All this adorned his dressing room, Our sage of eighteen summers’ bloom. 24 Imported pipes of Turkish amber, Fine china, bronzes—all displayed; And purely to delight and pamper, Perfumes in crystal jars arrayed; Steel files and combs in many guises, Straight scissors, curved ones, thirty sizes Of brushes for the modern male— For hair and teeth and fingernail. Rousseau (permit me this digression) Could not conceive how solemn Grimm* Dared clean his nails in front of him, The brilliant madcap of confession. In this case, though, one has to say That Freedom’s Champion went astray. 25 For one may
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