Two Hundred Seventy-Five

The answer probably resides somewhere on the internet, but I have never looked for it there. Instead, I’ve just wondered—for quite some time, actually—when razors were invented. Before razors, people with beards like mine would have been pitied; they would have looked a little like dogs with a bad case of mange. The advent of razors, though, has spared us the humiliation. Yet some of us with sparse and spotty whiskers continue to try to see if a mustache or a beard might be cajoled from our faces. Vanity, thy name is [insert name here].

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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