On my walk this morning I encountered a bearded guy in a hooded Macintosh.
In the Hades episode of Joyce's Ulysses, the coffin of Leopold Bloom's drunken friend Patrick Dignam is about to be lowered into the open grave, when Poldy looks around and wonders:
"Now who is that lanky looking galoot over there in the macintosh? Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is. Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his lonesome all his life. Yes he could. Still he'd have to get someone to sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave..."