The lighting was harsh and bright, medicinal in its intensity, and his slight figure and stooped shoulders gave him the look of an invalid. His limp was more pronounced than before, and the effort of walking down the hallway seemed almost more than he could bear. His face was deeply lined. His very fair hair seemed almost white. There was a mix of the geriatric and the boyish in his struggling form.
Never mess with Big Brother, or you could end up like this.
