I didn’t shave today, and only partly did so yesterday. I
have no inclination to grow a beard since these days it is bound to grow out
white and as patchy as when I grew a beard at half my age; I feared less how
old I was back then, but how incomplete, facial hair before it became
fashionable again, when for a time, men refrained, perhaps too lazy (as I still
tend to be) to tend to it, keeping it neat enough to keep us from looking
savage.
Perhaps women admire men with beards these days, men who are
brave enough to fill their face out with hair, that ragged, manly look, that
manhood we only read about in books about mountaineers from long ago, though I
cant’ imagined how ragged I look with a chin full of white betraying my age.
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