The Twits

Он родился свинтусом, прожил всю жизнь как свинтус, а теперь, в возрасте около шестидесяти, освинячился окончательно.

Но если бы вы решили разглядеть его поближе (не самое разумное желание, впрочем)...

Какой смысл лететь куда-то, не зная местного языка .

Dead wood can't grow.

When something is growing very slowly, it is almost impossible to notice it happening.

If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

Mr Twit felt that this hairiness made him look terrifically wise and grand. But in truth he was neither of these things. Mr Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

When a man grows hair all over his face it is impossible to tell what he really looks like.
Perhaps that's why he does it. He'd rather you didn't know.