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Describing
Person
1.
I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman--- he looks tough and I don’t--- but I
guess my own looks aren’t so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and
greenish-gray eyes. I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that
have green eyes, but I have no to be content with what I have. My hair is
longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long at the
front and sides, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers
to get haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair. (S.E. Hinton, The
Outsiders, Viking Press, 1967, New York City, 3)
2.
Darry is six-feet-two, and broad shouldered and muscular. He has dark-brown
hair that kicks out in front and a slight cowlick in the back--- just like Dad’s--- but Darry’s eyes are his
own. He’s got eyes that are like two pieces of pale blue-green ice. They’ve got
a determined set to them, like the rest of him. He looks older than twenty---
tough, cool, and smart. He would be a real handsome if his eyes weren’t so
cold. He doesn’t understand anything that is not plain hard fact. But he uses
his head. (S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders, Viking Press, 1967, New York City, 7)
3.
Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. Not like Darry--- Soda’s movie-star
kind of handsome, the kind that people stop on the street to watch go by. He’s
not as tall as Darry, and he’s a little slimmer, but he has a finely drawn,
sensitive face that somehow manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same
time. He’s got dark-gold hair that he combs back--- long and silky and
straight--- and in the summer the sun bleaches it to a shining wheat gold. His
eyes are dark brown--- lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be
gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next. He has Da’s
eyes, but Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing
without ever getting near alcohol. In our neighborhood it’s rare to find a kind
who doesn’t drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop--- he doesn’t
need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody. (S.E.
Hinton, The Outsiders, Viking Press, 1967, New York City, 8)
4.
Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept
combed in complicated swirls. He was tacky, smart, and Soda’s best buddy since
grade school. Steve’s specially was cars. He could lift a hubcap quicker and
more quietly than anyone in the neighborhood, but he also knew cars upside-down
and backward, and he could drive anything on wheels. (S.E. Hinton, The
Outsiders, Viking Press, 1967, New York City, 9)
5.
Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He
was about six feet tall, stocky in build, and very proud of his long
rusty-colored sideburns. He had gray eyes and a wide grin, and he couldn’t stop
making funny remarks to save his life. You couldn’t shut up that guy; he always
had to get his two-bits worth in. Hence his name. Even his teachers forgot his
real name was Keith, and we hardly remembered he had one. Life was one big joke
to Two-Bit. He was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade
(which he couldn’t have acquired without his first talent), and he was always
smarting off to the cops. He really couldn’t help it. Everything he said was so
irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up
their dull lives. (That’s the way he explained it to me.) He liked fights,
blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at
eighteen and a half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. I
liked him real well because he kept us laughing at ourselves as well as at
other things. He reminded me of Will Rogers--- maybe it was the grin. (S.E.
Hinton, The Outsiders, Viking Press, 1967, New York City 9)
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