Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continu >>
A blank helpless sort of face, rather like a rose just before you dren >>
The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of >>
A good face they say, is a letter of recommendation. O Nature, Nature, >>
Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces.