Dear J
Many’s the time in a job like mine when you are called upon to skip across the shop floor in the wee small hours for some small reason, dressed perhaps in nothing more than a nightshirt.
At such times, lesser people than I have been startled by the way in which the pairs of eyes on the faces of the magazine covers follow you.
This, the old wives’ tales will have it, is spooky, but I’ve always been very scornful about people who are spooked by this.
The photographer (or, in earlier days, the painter) hasn’t rendered the side of the eyes, right? The side image of the eye does not exist. It has not been printed or painted. There’s simply no choice — the front-on view is all there is, right?
Right. So staring pairs of eyes are inescapable. It is not a reason for guilt.
Unless of course you’re looking at the top shelf. Then it’s not staring pairs of eyes that are inescapable… And it’s certainly a reason for guilt.
jx
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