Her eyes tell us something of her intensity, but say nothing of why.
Those windows to the heart are now but a wall for the obfuscation of all human sentiment, eclipsing the distinctions between sadness, disillusionment, pain and hatred, or even something malevolent
Those windows to the heart are now but a wall for the obfuscation of all human sentiment, eclipsing the distinctions between sadness, disillusionment, pain and hatred, or even something malevolent