Winking, Blinking and Nods
The Stare that Dehumanizes
The cowpuncher sat his horse loosely and his fingers hovered above his gun while his eyes, ice cold, sent chills down the rustler’s back.
A familiar situation? It happens in every Western novel, just as in every love story the heroine’s eyes melt while the hero’s eyes burn into hers. In literature, even the best literature, eyes are steely, knowing, mocking, piercing, glowing and so on.
Are they really? Are they ever? Is there such a thing as a burning glance, or a cold glance or a hurt glance? In truth there isn’t. Far from being windows of the soul, the eyes are physiological dead ends, simply organs of sight and no more, differently colored in different people to be sure, but never ...