I can’t make a mirror show me my image. I’ve bought several, and none of them have done so, in spite of repeated threats. I went to a soothsayer, those women paid to say something that often turns out to be anything but soothing. I told her that I was afraid of becoming a vampire; but she said no, you’re not a vampire, just a nonentity.
But be grateful, she concluded, taking my silver coins; you’ll never have to look at yourself, your own self. Many will envy you.
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