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THE SWAP

cut tenor. Yes, there sitting opposite him was-himself. Not quite himself, though. He knew himself, as far as appearances went, only through those daily mirror inspections when he shaved and brushed his hair. Now, of necessity, he saw himself the other way around, the right way around. It was depressing to notice the significant, if slight, differences that showed up. He had gotten used to making little compensatory disregardings of the familiar mirror presentation. For instance, he now saw that his features were not at all the symmetrical pattern he'd come to assume: one eye was distinctly lower than the other; his nose was clearly out of line; his mouth had a pouched fold on one corner and a tucked-in wrinkle in the other; the left ear stood out much further than the right. So that was the actual impression one gave. That was what one looked like when one stood outside oneself and, disembodied, looked with detachment at one's body.
The words "detachment" and "disembodied," however, running rapidly through his mind, suddenly swung him around. Of course, he wasn't detached, disembodied. There was something worse than just seeing oneself from the outside, worse than having simply dragged one's moorings: there was the actual position from which one saw that one had drifted. There was the shock of what one had run into -of being right in someone else's body. The mouth was, naturally, dry from alarm. But was that the only reason why it tasted so unpleasantly strange and stale? The tongue obeyed him as he passed it around the "tacky" gums. But in its routine efforts to freshen things up it struck against something that caught and pinched it. What was that? Of course, it must be a large upper dental plate. What a horrid

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