WEST. WORLD.
WALTER JON WILLIAMS
The first thing that struck me about Barnaby Desfort was his wonderful skin—perfectly toned, perfectly taut, perfectly ageless. I had to think he must have begun a regimen of skin care when he was still in the womb.
Other than his perfectly exfoliated skin, Desfort was a fit man in his thirties, dark-haired, brown-eyed, strikingly handsome without being pretty—and like many film stars, he was a smallish man with a very large head. The camera likes big heads, and doesn’t really care how big your body is.
“Honestly,” he said, “I don’t know how to say these lines.”
“Just practice them,” said Oswald. “It’ll get easier. You’ve acted Shakespeare, haven’t you? This is no different.”
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