Read this for the first time a couple of months ago as part of a quest to broaden my literary experience & tick off a few more classic novels. Next up: The Great Gatsby :thumbsup:
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.