He is a man of black hair and large skull.

One large 17th-century cup is made of a human skull.

All right, I said to the inside of my skull.

But he took the back of my skull in his hand.

He had turned the body on one side, and was feeling the base of the skull.

He would wait for the guy to leave, then hit him from behind at the base of the skull.

And look back here, at the base of the skull.

It seemed to go right through the top of my skull, but in a nice way.

It looked as if someone had tried to take off the top of his skull.

The only place more private would be the inside of one's own skull.