A character from 'Un Violin Parle'

 A character from 'Un Violin Parle'

I looked towards the side of the room and saw in front of me 

a face that blotted out all the others. A high, bare, round 

forehead, which radiated a dull, almost tarnished shine, from

 which were drawn, like charcoal lines, two Mongol eyes and 

strange nostrils flaring with the odors of incense or women.
The mouth had the very shape of prayer, when it only finds at

 the end a little more bitterness and despair, but it evoked

 the image of such a terrible wound that the mustache and beard

drooped on it to hide the fold...He was dirty, 

with a short beard, yellowish, like tobacco 

in an ashtray. Through the cigarette smoke where a 

pale light shone, this figure of a 

tramp or monk took on the appearance of 

old marble lost in the depths of a park.