“Lane lit himself a cigarette as the train pulled in. Then, like so many people, who, perhaps ought to be issued only a very probational pass to meet trains, he tried to empty his face of all expression that might quite simply, perhaps even beautifully, reveal how he felt about the arriving person.”
Franny and Zooey
J.D. Salinger
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