But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, fo...r we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hair ... ah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I wasn't at all prepared for the avalanche of criticism that overwhelmed me. You would have thought I had murdered someone, and... perhaps I had, but only to give her successor a chance to live. It was a very sad business indeed to be made to feel that my success depended solely, or at least in large part, on a head of hair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled... To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »