. . . . .

There I was now in that room.

I leaned forward in my armchair to be nearer the glass, and I examined
myself carefully.

Rather short, with an air of reserve (although there are times when I
let myself go); quite correctly dressed; nothing to criticise and
nothing striking about my appearance.

I looked close at my eyes. They are green, though, oddly enough,
people usually take them for black.

I believed in many things in a confused sort of way, above all, in the
existence of God, if not in the dogmas of religion. However, I
thought, these last had advantages for poor people and for women, who
have less intellect than men.

As for philosophical discussions, I thought they are absolutely
useless. You cannot demonstrate or verify anything. What was truth,
anyway?

I had a sense of good and evil. I would not have committed an
indelicacy, even if certain of impunity. I would not have permitted
myself the slightest overstatement.

If everyone were like me, all would be well.

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