Which excerpt from "Lather and Nothing Else." is the best example of fast-paced narration? The lather was drying on his face. I must hurry. Through the mirror, I took a look at the street. “Very good,” I answered, turning my attention now to the brush. The man closed his eyes wearily and awaited the cool caress of the lather. Meanwhile he was taking off his cartridge-studded belt with the pistol holster suspended from it. He put it on a hook in the wardrobe and hung his cap above it. He leaned back in the chair when he saw the brush in my hand, full of lather. I had not yet put the sheet on him.