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What think you,\r\nsir, are a thoughtful barber's reflections, when, behind a careful\r\ncurtain, he shaves the thin, dead stubble off a head, and then dismisses\r\nit to the world, radiant in curling auburn? To contrast the shamefaced\r\nair behind the curtain, the fearful looking forward to being possibly\r\ndiscovered there by a prying acquaintance, with the cheerful assurance\r\nand challenging pride with which the same man steps forth again, a gay\r\ndeception, into the street, while some honest, shock-headed fellow\r\nhumbly gives him the wall! Ah, sir, they may talk of the courage of\r\ntruth, but my trade teaches me that truth sometimes is sheepish. Lies,\r\nlies, sir, brave lies are the lions!\"\r\n\r\n\"You twist the moral, barber; you sadly twist it. Look, now; take it\r\nthis way: A modest man thrust out naked into the street, would he not be\r\nabashed? Take him in and clothe him; would not his confidence be\r\nrestored? And in either case, is any reproach involved? Now, what is\r\ntrue of the whole, holds proportionably true of the part. The bald head\r\nis a nakedness which the wig is a coat to. To feel uneasy at the\r\npossibility of the exposure of one's nakedness at top, and to feel\r\ncomforted by the consciousness of having it clothed--these feelings,\r\ninstead of being dishonorable to a bold man, do, in fact, but attest a\r\nproper respect for himself and his fellows. And as for the deception,\r\nyou may as well call the fine roof of a fine chateau a deception, since,\r\nlike a fine wig, it also is an artificial cover to the head, and\r\nequally, in the common eye, decorates the wearer.--I have confuted you,\r\nmy dear barber; I have confounded you.\"\r\n\r\n\"Pardon,\" said the barber, \"but I do not see that you have. His coat and\r\nhis roof no man pretends to palm off as a part of himself, but the bald\r\nman palms off hair, not his, for his own.\"\r\n\r\n\"Not _his_, barber? If he have fairly purchased his hair, the law will\r\nprotect him in its ownership, even against the claims of the head on\r\nwhich it grew. But it cannot be that you believe what you say, barber;\r\nyou talk merely for the humor. I could not think so of you as to suppose\r\nthat you would contentedly deal in the impostures you condemn.\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah, sir, I must live.\"\r\n\r\n\"And can't you do that without sinning against your conscience, as you\r\nbelieve? Take up some other calling.\"\r\n\r\n\"Wouldn't mend the matter much, sir.\"\r\n\r\n\"Do you think, then, barber, that, in a certain point, all the trades\r\nand callings of men are much on a par? Fatal, indeed,\" raising his hand,\r\n\"inexpressibly dreadful, the trade of the barber, if to such conclusions\r\nit necessarily leads. Barber,\" eying him not without emotion, \"you\r\nappear to me not so much a misbeliever, as a man misled. Now, let me set\r\nyou on the right track; let me restore you to trust in human nature, and\r\nby no other means than the very trade that has brought you to suspect\r\nit.\"\r\n\r\n\"You mean, sir, you would have me try the experiment of taking down that\r\nnotification,\" again pointing to it with his brush; \"but, dear me, while\r\nI sit chatting here, the water boils over.\"\r\n\r\nWith which words, and such a well-pleased, sly, snug, expression, as\r\nthey say some men have when they think their little stratagem has\r\nsucceeded, he hurried to the copper vessel, and soon had his cup foaming\r\nup with white bubbles, as if it were a mug of new ale.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNPW0KV0WYEFCSC1NV1T","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKBBJ2FPF24D5493HFQH5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKBBC060H33KQQQKCA8GQ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:01.394Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.242Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}