But I liked his physiognomy even less than before: it struck me as being at the same time unsettled and inanimate. His eye wandered, and had no meaning in its wandering: this gave him an odd look, such as I never remembered to have seen.
Aveva i lineamenti immobili e disordinati, guardava senza vedere, e il suo volto bello era ripugnante, mancava di forza, non c'era nessun pensiero su quella fronte bassa, nessuna espressione di autorità in quegli occhi neri.