Friday, January 10, 2014

Such faces

A corpulent man with a friendly face rose from his seat behind the desk. He had the clay-colored complexion of those who never get enough to eat, live in stuffy rooms, and breathe large amounts of stale smoke. His cheeks were pendulous and his eyes red from constant lack of sleep; most of the people entrusted with looking after the souls of others have such faces.
— from The Graveyard, by Marek Hłasko.

That's how I feel this week. And it shows. All those souls to look after.

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