||only very sparingly, parsimoniously carnal. I have never, ever, seen a person as thin; not even the anorexic girl with her stick figure legs and lumpy knees who was a high school classmate looked so emaciated. How was it possible for a person so thin to remain upright, to wait for a bus, to walk among other city dwellers in the dust and bustle of the streets?|
Even though the late autumn day was almost summerly, he was dressed very warmly, wrapping his emaciated frame in a thick overcoat. He may have tried -- altogether in vain -- to hide his horrifying thinness. His clothing just made him stand out more. The kind of coat he wore no one had worn anywhere for three or four decades. It was a long herringbone tweed coat with a small collar and big buttons. I can’t swear to it, but I think the buttons were covered with the same cloth. The coat was tailored with a belt of the same material drawn tight. Come to think of it, his coat was very similar to one I wore as a schoolgirl. Strangely enough I started imagining, later on, that he had somehow found and appropriated my ancient discarded coat.
This person was not waiting for a bus calmly, rooted to the spot -- if indeed he was waiting for a bus: he strode back and forth on the sidewalk, wending his way among people. His restlessness also attracted attention -- or it did mine, at least.
I should also mention that I am not at all sure about his gender. I didn’t see him as a male, but not as a female either.
Furthermore, I must confess that I am not even convinced that he belonged to our species instead of one remotely resembling ours.
And I still haven’t described the feature that was definitely the most striking: the lower part of his narrow face was covered with a scarf or piece of fabric. His mouth could not be seen. But as soon as one glanced at him, the scarf did not prevent one from realizing with a start: that person does not have a