The admiral was an almost alarmingly short man named Lacker with a thin gray face that looked like it had been hollowed out of schist by the action of fifty years of wind and spray.
Camus wrote that by the age of fifty every man has the face he deserves. I'd hoped for a face like this, 'hollowed out of schist.. by wind and spray'
Instead I have the cubicle-dwellers pale hollow cheeks..
Another way of seeing a face, WB Yeats,
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
