Saturday, February 11, 2017

In the middle of the room she paused, looking about her with a grave mouth and smiling eyes; and in that instant Newland Archer rejected the general verdict on her looks. It was true that her early radiance was gone...a littler older-looking than her age, which must have been nearly thirty. But there was about her the mysterious authority of beauty, a sureness in the carriage of the head, the movement of the eyes, which, without being in the least theatrical struck him as highly trained and full of conscious power...It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.

Why did I pick up this goddamned book.