June 25 + 

If sometimes you saw me in my room by myself, you would say I was a ridiculous coxcomb. For I walk about, look out of the window then at the mirror⁠—turning my head sideways perhaps so as to see it in profile. Or I gaze down into my eyes⁠—my eyes always impress me⁠—and wonder what effect I produce on others. This, I believe, is not so much vanity as curiosity. I know I am not prepossessing in appearance⁠—my nose is crooked and my skin is blotched. Yet my physique⁠—because it is mine⁠—interests me. I like to see myself walking and talking. I should like to hold myself in my hand in front of me like a Punchinello and carefully examine myself at my leisure. + 