My mortal lips will not tell the likeness of that man, perhaps because he seemed to be like all men, and yet different from all.

He had an iron brow, beneath which shone deep, cold eyes.

He was clean-shaven, or perchance his face grew no hair.

His lips were thick and still and his features did not change like those of other men.

He looked as though he could not change; as though he had been thus for infinite ages, and yet remained neither young nor old.