Exactly how are these two going to prove to each other who they are? After all, so much time has passed, twenty years, difficult years, years of hardship and shame and tribulation. The magical transformations effected by the gods, I suggested, are merely supernatural parallels to the force that really does transform our faces and bodies, withering us, making us bald and wrinkled: Time. When the exterior, the face and body, have changed beyond recognition, what remains? Is there an inner “I” that survives time?
