In '95 She Saved a Beggar, Got a Bowl; Expert's Hands Shook

Professor Finch took off his reading glasses, wiped the lenses on the hem of his shirt, and put them back on. His hands were trembling a little, as if he had Parkinson's. When his fingertips touched the rim of that grubby little cup, they jerked back all at once, as though it were not porcelain but a piece of iron heated red in a fire. The room was so quiet that all that remained was the old clock on the wall, ticking, ticking.