The Describer's Dictionary: A Treasury of Terms & Literary Quotations (39 page)

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WASHINGTON IRVING,
The Sketch Book
 
 
The latter, a young man of about forty, was of Gabriel’s size and build, with very round shoulders. His face was fleshy and pallid, touched with colour only at the thick hanging lobes of his ears and at the wide wings of his nose. He had coarse features, a blunt nose, a convex and receding brow, tumid and protruded lips. His heavy-lidded eyes and the disorder of his scanty hair made him look sleepy.
JAMES JOYCE,
Dubliners
 
 
Aunt Julia was an inch or so taller. Her hair, drawn low over the tops of her ears, was grey; and grey also, with darker shadows, was her large flaccid face. Though she was stout in build and stood erect her slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going. Aunt Kate was more vivacious.
Her face, healthier than her sister‘s, was all puckers and creases, like a shrivelled red apple, and her hair, braided in the same old-fashioned way, had not lost its ripe nut colour.
JAMES JOYCE,
Dubliners
Jaws
 
square-jawed
lantern-jawed
straight-jawed
orthognathous
having a crooked jaw
skew-jawed, agee-jawed
firm-jawed
with the jaw set
having a projecting lower jaw
wopple-jawed, jimber-jawed, prognathous, prognathic
having a projecting upper jaw
jutting, opisthognathous
having the lower jaw hanging down (often stupidly)
slack-jawed
 
 
Lenehan’s eyes noted approvingly her stout short muscular body. Frank rude health glowed in her face, on her fat red cheeks and in her unabashed blue eyes. Her features were blunt. She had broad nostrils, a straggling mouth which lay open in a contented leer, and two projecting front teeth.
JAMES JOYCE,
Dubliners
 
 
With a fierce delight in his own realism he described the woman who had opened the door for him. She was dark, small, and fat, quite young, with black hair that seemed always on the point of coming down. She worn [
sic
] a slatternly blouse and no corsets. With her red cheeks, large sensual mouth, and shining, lewd eyes, she reminded you of the Bohemienne in the Louvre by Franz Hals.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM,
Of Human Bondage
 
 
He was a small, shrivelled person, with bad teeth and a bilious air, an untidy grey beard, and savage eyes; his voice was high and his tone sarcastic.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM,
Of Human Bondage
 
 
He was a man of somewhat less than average height, inclined to corpulence, with his hair, worn long, arranged over the scalp so as to conceal his baldness. He was clean-shaven. His features were regular, and it was possible to imagine that in his youth he had been good-looking.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM,
Of Human Bondage
Walk (Gait) and Carriage
 
walking
stepping, pacing, treading, ambulating, perambulating
walking in an orderly way
marching, processing, filing
walking slowly
shuffling, shambling
walking slowly and heavily
lumbering, loping
walking swiftly
rolling, barreling, swooping
walking with quick and hurried steps
scuttling
walking in a jerky or uncertain way
reeling, lurching, staggering, tottering, toddling, wobbling,
unsteady, faltering
walking quietly or with muffled sound
tiptoeing, padding
walking in a lively way
bouncy, sprightly, skipping, tripping
walking easily or confidently
light-footed, sure-footed, striding briskly, gliding,
sauntering, ambling, strolling
walking effeminately
mincing, flouncing, flitting
walking haltingly
limping, hobbling, claudicant
 
 
The baroness gave him a flashing, brilliant smile. She was a woman of more than forty, but in a hard and glittering manner extremely beautiful. She was a high coloured blonde with golden hair of a metallic lustre, lovely no doubt but not attractive, and Ashenden had from the first reflected that it was not the sort of hair you would like to find in your soup. She had fine features, blue eyes, a straight nose, and a pink and white skin, but her skin was stretched over her bones a trifle tightly; she was generously
décolletée
and her white and ample bosom had the quality of marble.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM, “Miss King”
 
 
The Hairless Mexican was a tall man, and though thinnish gave you the impression of being very powerful; he was smartly dressed in a blue serge suit, with a silk handkerchief neatly tucked in the breast pocket of his coat, and he wore a gold bracelet on his wrist. His features were good, but a little larger than life-size, and his eyes were brown and lustrous. He was quite hairless. His yellow skin had the smoothness of a woman’s and he had no eyebrows nor eyelashes; he wore a pale brown wig, rather long, and the locks were arranged in artistic disorder. This and the unwrinkled sallow face, combined with his dandified dress, gave him an appearance that was at first glance a trifle horrifying. He was repulsive and ridiculous, but you could not take your eyes from him. There was a sinister fascination in his strangeness.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM, “The Hairless Mexican”
 
walking in search of or with effort
trekking, traipsing, tramping
walking or moving about in search of pleasure
gallivanting
walking awkwardly or loudly
clomping, stomping, galumphing
walking arrogantly
strutting, swaggering, promenading, parading, prancing
walking loudly
clomping, marching
walking heavily or wearily
plodding, tramping, trudging, slogging, dragging, straggling,
drooping, slogging
walking with purpose or without hesitation
striding, marching, bearing down
walking aimlessly
rambling, wandering, roving, traipsing, gadding
walking with duck-like short steps
waddling
walking furtively
prowling, skulking
walking warily or timidly
pussyfooting, creeping
walking or moving in a grand or stylish manner
sweeping
walking in a conspicuous or ostentatious way
sashaying
 
 
He was wearing mirrored sunglasses, a soft cap with a buttoned visor, white rubber boots, and yellow rubber overalls slashed at the crotch. Of middle height, blond and fine-featured, he had sandy hair around his ears and a large curl in back, like a breaking wave.
JOHN Mc PHEE,
The Control of Nature
 
 
Back at the guest house Mrs. Starling introduced me to George Windus, who had sidewhiskers and baggy pants and a florid face.
PAUL THEROUX,
The Kingdom by the Sea
 
She hobbled around, leaning on a gnarled stick, muttering to herself in a language I could not quite understand. Her small withered face was covered with a net of wrinkles, and her skin was reddish brown like that of an overbaked apple. Her withered body constantly trembled as though shaken by some inner wind, and ,the fingers of her bony hands with joints twisted by disease never stopped quivering as her head on its long scraggy neck nodded in every direction.
Her sight was poor. She peered at the light through tiny slits embedded under thick eyebrows. Her lids were like furrows in deeply plowed soil. Tears were always spilling from the corners of her eyes, coursing down her face in well-worn channels to join glutinous threads hanging from her nose and the bubbly saliva dripping from her lips. She looked like an old green-gray puffball, rotten through and waiting for a last gust of wind to blow out the black dry dust from inside.
JERZY KOSINSKI,
The Painted Bird
 
 
She was a tall beanpole of a girl with a prognathous mouth and stick-out grinning teeth.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
Voices
 
clear
audible, firm, resolute, authoritative, carefully articulated,
crisp, distinct
high
high-pitched, soprano, shrill, girlish, treble
squeaky
twittery
low
deep, dark
cold
hard, steely, dry
warm
intimate
soft
muted, subdued, whispery, low, breathy, modulated
loud
strong, robust, ringing, stentorian, prodigious, booming,
commanding
loud and irritating
sharp, grating, harsh, piercing, brassy, screechy, ear-splitting
pleasant or soothing
euphonious, melodious, sweet, dulcet, mellifluous,
seductive, rich, lyrical, languid, sweet, silken, soft,
honey-voiced
bright
chirpy, chirrupy, bubbly
 
 
She was a powerful old lady, six feet tall, with the big bones of a man, and a heavy full-jawed face, sensuous and complacent, and excellently equipped with a champing mill of strong yellow horse-teeth. It was cake and pudding to see her at work on corn on the cob.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
 
 
He had aqueous gray eyes, and a sallow bumpy skin. His head was shapely, the forehead high and bony. His hair was crisp, maple-brown. Below his perpetual scowl, his face was small, converging to a point: his extraordinarily sensitive mouth smiled briefly, flickeringly, inwardly—like a flash of light along a blade.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
 
 
There was a boy named Otto Krause, a cheese-nosed, hair-faced, inch-browed German boy, lean and swift in the legs, hoarse-voiced and full of idiot laughter, who showed him the gardens of delight. There was a girl named Bessie Barnes, a black-haired, tall, bold-figured girl of thirteen years who acted as model.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
 
 
Then, amid their laughter, the door opened, and several of the others came in—Eliza’s mother, a plain worn Scotch-woman, and Jim, a ruddy porcine young fellow, his father’s beardless twin, and Thaddeus, mild, ruddy, brown of hair and eye, bovine, and finally Greeley, the youngest, a boy with lapping idiot grins, full of strange squealing noises at which they laughed.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
 
slow-speaking and somewhat mannered (or with prolonged vowels)
drawling
mournful
sepulchral, funereal
artificial or pretentious
affected
falsely or overly sweet
cloying, saccharine, ingratiating
having pronounced S sounds
sibilant, hissing
affectedly elegant, lisping
mincing
stammering
stuttering, sputtering
like a flute
fluted, fluty
shrill and piping
reedy
gruff
husky, throaty, scratchy, raspy, hoarse, gravel-voiced,
wheezy, roupy, guttural
deep
resonant, sonorous
deep and refined in articulation
plummy
hollow
tinny
without intonation
monotonous, flat
nasal
catarrhal, asthmatic
whiny
whimpering, puling
 
 
A grass widow, forty-nine, with piled hair of dyed henna, corseted breasts and hips architecturally protuberant in a sharp diagonal, meaty mottle arms, and a gulched face of leaden flaccidity puttied up brightly with cosmetics, rented the upstairs of Wooden Street while Helen was absent.
THOMAS WOLFE,
Look Homeward, Angel
 
 
He was a comely, handsome fellow, perfectly well made, with straight strong limbs, not too large, tall and well-shaped, and, as I reckon, about twenty-six years of age. He had a very good countenance, not a fierce and surly aspect, but seemed to have something very manly in his face, and yet he had all the sweetness and softness of an European in his countenance, too, especially when he smiled. His hair was long and black, not curled like wool; his forehead very high and large; and a great vivacity and sparkling sharpness in his eyes. The colour of his skin was not quite black, but very tawny; and yet not of an ugly yellow, nauseous tawny, as the Brazilians and Virginians, and other natives of America are; but of a bright kind of a dun olive colour that had in it something very agreeable, though not very easy to describe. His face was round and plump; his nose small, not flat like the Negroes;, a very good mouth, thin lips, and his fine teeth well set, and white as ivory.

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