Monday, July 27, 2009
"When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun."
Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
This is the very first sentence of the Thomas Hardy book Far from the Madding Crowd. Hardy is worth reading just for his great sentences!