“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 mere chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.” SmileBeautiful WritingThomas HardyGabriel OakFar From The Madding Crownd Book:Far From the Madding Crowd Source: Far From the Madding Crowd