Status Updates From The Gormenghast Trilogy

Whether his face was made of age, as though age were a stuff, or whether age was the abstract of that face of his, that bearded fossil of a thing that smouldered and decayed upon his shoulders--there was no doubt that archaism was there, as though something had shifted from the past into the current moment where it burned darkly through blackened glass in defiance of its own anachronism and the callow present.