It was that rich afternoon sunlight that loves to flash into teacups as though they were crocuses, that loves to run a golden finger along the beautiful
wrinkles of old faces and light up the noble hollows of age-worn eyes; the sunlight that loves to fall with transfiguring beam on the once dear book we never read, or, with malicious inquisitiveness, expose to undreamed- of detection the undusted picture, or the gold- dusted legs of remote chairs, which the poor housemaid has forgotten.
Their force has long passed away Age has no pleasures,
wrinkles have no influence, revenge itself dies away in impotent curses.
There were white-tusked wild males, with fallen leaves and nuts and twigs lying in the
wrinkles of their necks and the folds of their ears; fat, slow-footed she-elephants, with restless, little pinky black calves only three or four feet high running under their stomachs; young elephants with their tusks just beginning to show, and very proud of them; lanky, scraggy old-maid elephants, with their hollow anxious faces, and trunks like rough bark; savage old bull elephants, scarred from shoulder to flank with great weals and cuts of bygone fights, and the caked dirt of their solitary mud baths dropping from their shoulders; and there was one with a broken tusk and the marks of the full-stroke, the terrible drawing scrape, of a tiger's claws on his side.
Rose had no
wrinkles, but she had folds of flesh; and jesters declared that to save chafing she powdered her skin as they do an infant's.
Her forehead is puckered up into little
wrinkles, as though she thinks even in her sleep.
I looked at his intelligent forehead, furrowed with premature
wrinkles, produced probably by misfortune and sorrow.
As underneath the mulberry-tree I dream, The water-clock drips on, and dawn appears: A new day shines on
wrinkles and white hair, The symbols of the fulness of my years.
Besides, mother, remark how vivid his eye, how raven-black his hair, and his brow, though so pale, is free from
wrinkles, -- he is not only vigorous, but also young.
As she spoke Minerva touched him with her wand and covered him with
wrinkles, took away all his yellow hair, and withered the flesh over his whole body; she bleared his eyes, which were naturally very fine ones; she changed his clothes and threw an old rag of a wrap about him, and a tunic, tattered, filthy, and begrimed with smoke; she also gave him an undressed deer skin as an outer garment, and furnished him with a staff and a wallet all in holes, with a twisted thong for him to sling it over his shoulder.
He had a low forehead, small, sharp eyes, puckered about with innumerable
wrinkles, and very thin lips, which he made still thinner by pressing them forcibly together.
I was struck with veneration for her white hair but her face, believe me, my dear young Monsieur, has not so many
wrinkles as mine.
In his functions, or in presence of strangers, he never laid aside the majesty that time had impressed upon his person; and the habit of frowning with his heavy eyebrows, contracting the
wrinkles of his face, and giving to his eyes a Napoleonic fixity, made his manner of accosting others icy.
