There was nothing out of the ordinary, no, so long as I did not pause to reflect that the tone of my friend’s voice for me was not at all the tone of voice that he knew, for the reason that he did not know at all the tone of that voice which was his; and his appearance, too, was as I saw it, that is, the one that I conferred upon him, looking at him from without, while he, as he spoke, assuredly did not have in his mind’s eye any picture of himself, not even the one that he attributed to himself, and which he recognized upon glancing into a mirror.
