"Who is he, who stares back at me from the mirror?
I am not him, with wrinkles and faded beard that is rough
and inelegant, stained with soup and unmentionable
Things.
Ah, No: I am that handsome man who yet has gravitas,
And is great in the world, admired and respected,
Whispered judgments "He will go far; look...
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