The face in the mirror
Her mind pondered on gravely and intently, thinking to herself, "Well, there you are again, you curious creature!" It was indeed a fierce mania of Mary's to stare into her own eyes at the looking-glass. She did it as a rule more angrily than with any other feeling; and, when she did it, she always thought of the self that looked back at her there as something quite different from the self she was conscious of really being. Her real self didn't seem to have eyes or nose, or mouth! Her real self seemed compounded out of pure ether and totally independent of bodily form. John Cowper Powys, "A Glastonbury Romance"