I thought of all the people I have ever been, the one person I haven’t been is my barber. And of all the things that I have done, the one thing I haven’t done is stand behind me with a pair of scissors in my hand looking at my own neck. What would I do if I had such an opportunity? Naturally, I would run out of the room right away before I even had a chance to turn around. Not that I don’t like myself: I do. I would just be anxious to see who I am. But you say a barber shop is filled with mirrors and I would say you are right, it is, but I would run out of the room anyway. I want to see me as I am, but not like that.