The Beam in His Eye
He was place in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get something out of his eye, when he first noticed it. There was no deliberating in the image of his eyes in the mirror. He was looking just at the mirror, so the image of the mirror had to be reflecting in his eyes. But in the eyes of the puss in the mirror there was no such reflection - they were blank and utterly clear.
At first he thought it was just a dodge of the light - an effect of the angle he was at. But no. No sum where he positioned himself, no matter how he tried to move his turning point, the image in the mirror never contained the study of itself. Everything else about his image was perfectly correct - the representation faithfully copied every move he made, when he moved his eyes from side to side the eyes in the reflect moved to. But unlike his own eyes, where the aspect of the mirror must, he knew, be clearly inscribed, the eyes in the reproduction showed no hint of a reflection, remained a girl, patient brown.
How could that happen? he wondered. Could it be some person of scientific phenomenon, some detail of physics that he, who had never much cared for the grounds, had now forgotten. He spent an hour searching for some report of it on the Internet but found nothing. Did it only happen to other people? He called a bosom buddy, asked her to go look in the mirror and see if she could see the imputation of the mirror in her eyes reflected in the reproduce. It took a minute or two to explain this to her, and then she wanted (obviously) to know why, but he gave her some vague interpretation and convinced her to go check. Yes, she could see the reflection of the reflection in her mirror eyes. Right.
Was it something to do with him then? First possession next morning he went into the men's room in responsibility stared into his eyes in the mirror there. Yes, there it was, a ill-defined but clearly visible double thinking. For the whole of the next week he repeated the experiment every moment he got....
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