Jennifer Aniston looking pensive occasioned a headline on her misery since her divorce from Brad Pitt. The caption drew me to Ms. Aniston’s eyes. Interesting: those part-Greek eyes, darkened by experience. What was Ms. Aniston thinking, now that she’d been left for Mr. Pitt’s costar in an action movie, the tattooed siren Angelina Jolie? So human, her hurt and expression. And so recent, I thought. I bought the magazine. Over the following months there were other secrets her body betrayed, illuminated inside by shrinks (who had never treated or met her, I gathered): muscles meant a comeback, casual clothes suggested depression, party clothes meant desperation. A tan signaled a rebound, as did a nose job or haircut, unless either were too dramatic; un-made-up eyes indicated grief.
