The strange thing about your smile is that it has never once become less real or less intense. It is a smile caught from a moment in a still photograph, now extended into an indefinitely long moving film.
The instant that expression becomes a smile something suddenly shines forth, and everyone who receives its light has his existence reaffirmed.
At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.
His face continually spread to an unending succession of smiles, and when Danny smiled he smiled in every feature, even to the laughter-wrinkles of the corners of the eyes and into the depths of the eyes themselves.