"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."
I just read that three times in a row...each time grasping a little more before my brain returned the message 'blah blah blah'.
Note to self: Drink less coffee.
Okay, I'm going in for real. Pray for me.