not　what　I　mean。　I　mean　much　more　than　that。　I　mean　that　one　has　one’s　self　no　mental　picture　corresponding　to　the　mental　picture　which　one’s　personality　leaves　in　the　minds　of　one’s　friends。　Has　it　ever　struck　you　that　there　is　a　mysterious　individual　going　around　；　walking　the　streets；　calling　at　houses　for　tea；　chatting；　laughing；　grumbling； arguing；　and　that　all　your　friends　know　him　and　have　long　since　added　him　up　and　e　to　a　definite　conclusion　about　him　—　without　saying　more　than　a　chance； cautious　word　to　you；　and　that　that　person　is　you！　Supposing　that　you　came　into　a　drawing　room　where　you　were　having　tea；　do　you　think　you　would　recognize　yourself　as　an　individuality？　I　think　not。　You　would　be　apt　to　say　to　yourself　as　guests　do　when　disturbed　in　drawing　rooms　by　other　guests，“Who’s　this　chap2？　Seems　rather　queer。　I　hope　he　won’t　be　a　bore。”And　your　first　telling　would　be　slightly　hostile。　Why；　even　when　you　meet　yourself　in　an　unsuspected　mirror　in　the　very　clothes　that　you　have　put　on　that　very　day　and　that　you　know　by　heart；　you　are　almost　always　shocked　by　the　realization　that　you　are　you。　And　now　and　then；　when　you　have　gone　to　the　glass　to　arrange　your　hair　in　the　full　sobriety　of　early　morning；　have　you　not　looked　on　an　absolute　stranger；　and　has　not　that　stranger　piqued　your　curiosity？　And　if　it　is　thus　with　precise　external　details　of　form；　colour；　and　movement；　what　may　it　not　be　with　the　vague　plex　effect　of　the　mental　and　moral　individuality？

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