and his own swilling face beamed , and how strange it was , father handy thought , because mccomas looked like one would imagine the deus irae to look ... and yet , the color photo had shown a man with pain-smeared eyes , a man who seemed ill in a deep and dreadful way even as he gorged on roast chicken with a lei around his neck and a girl -- not pretty -- to his right ... a man with shiny , heavy , tumbled black hair and too much stubble , even though no doubt he carefully shaved ; it was subdermal , showing through : not his fault , and yet it was the mark .