It was a white lie.
I blushed as if I had committed a heavy crime.
I hoped I had not.
I put my new spectacles on my nose, as soon as I returned to my room. Very well they stayed. Mother Nature was specially kind to me.
But what a depression—also what torture—I felt from their clutch!
I was pleased, however, seeing myself somewhat scholarly.
Aren’t spectacles an emblem of wisdom?
The first requirement to be a critic should be spectacles. The second is a pessimistic smile, of course.
My mirror told me that I looked quite modern.
“Book!” I exclaimed.