"Day by day he felt the skin of his face hardening in the weather;
the stubble of hair on the lower part of his face became smooth as his
skin roughened, and the backs of his hands reddened and then browned and
darkened in the sun. He felt a leanness and a hardness creep upon his
body; he thought at times that he was moving into a new body, or into a
real body that had lain hidden beneath layers of unreal softness and
whiteness and smoothness."
John Williams, Butcher's Crossing.
