That is something pleasant to see. At least it’s a definite colour: I am glad I have red hair. It’s there in the mirror, it catches the eye, it shines out. I’m still lucky: if my forehead was adorned with one of those dull heads of hair which can’t make up their mind whether to be chestnut or fair, my face would be lost in a vague expanse, it would make me feel giddy.
