Surface, especially pseudoscutal area, shining, faintly shagreened.

Perhaps you have a charm for never growing any older? No; but I could not lead such a life. I have already a bad cough. Ah, I see you already in the cold-meat box.

a discerner of truth, of right and wrong

[…]for on occasions he gives utterance to an entirely uncharacteristic series of cacking notes, and even mounts high in the tree to sing a hesitating medley of the same unmusical cacks, broken whistled calls, and attempted trills.