Shaving is an odd thing: one of things that as a young boy you want SO much to prove that you are a grown up- then you suddenly realise that you are now committed to a life sentence of scraping your face with a sharp implement every morning – as my (bearded) doctor, once put it. BUT why do we then have these products which in reality ‘sting’? Is it meant to be bracing? What sort of absurd machismo is that? What does it achieve?
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
That’s from ‘Africa’ by Toto.
It’s no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and cough, just like the old man in that book by Nabokov
A classic by Sting from ‘Don’t stand so close to me.’