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                  “Operation,” Lloyd said. “Eyes. Yeah. Wouldn’t be able to see
               today but for those two operations.”
                  He smiled with such a general gratitude for his health that
               Robert, who in his own life was grateful for nothing, felt uncom-
               fortable. Robert wished for another customer, preferably a mother
               with a small boy who would have to be hoisted to a kid’s chair
               inside the big one. With commotion like that he could easily slip
               one or two of the crummy nudist magazines into the sleeve of his
               jacket.
                  “I always figured,” Robert said, “that little boys always under-
              stand the world earlier and better than little girls.”
                  “Why’s that?”
                  “Because little boys get taken younger to barber shops. You
              sit them up on that little chair. You wrap that big cloth around
              them. All of a sudden they see what it’s like to be a disembodied
              head caught between two mirrors. That’s why little boys cry at the
              barber shop, because, all of a sudden, they’re scared. They’re face
              to face with the secret how we’re all just curving off into infinity.”
                  “I like that myself,” Lloyd said.
                  “Maybe that’s why you barber.”
                  “Could be.” Lloyd looked up at a hundred mirrored images
              of himself.
                  “To tell the truth,” Robert said, “I think everybody ought to
              have two full-length mirrors facing each other in their house.”
                  “Why’s that?”
                  “So in case you ever need to escape for any reason, like, you
              know, to get away from whoever’s after you, you can just stand
              yourself between the two mirrors and walk right out of space and
              time into some infinite dimension.”
                  “That sure is another reason to be able to see,” Lloyd said. “If
              I was blind, I’d never know if you were telling me the truth about
              mirrors or not.”
                  “You are so right,” Robert said.
                  “Of course,” Lloyd continued, “more practically speaking, if
              I was blind, I couldn’t barber. Whoever heard of a blind barber?”
              He thought a moment. “Guess it’s possible to have, you know,
              the touch without the eye for it.” He paused lost in the thought.



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