Beauty!... the utmost that man aspires to!...
He seeks it in himself...
and he seeks it in those around him!...
He is forever eager to discover it...
longing to gaze upon it... and thirsting to drink at its springs!...
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How many times has gloom filled my soul at the sight of a girl whose features of beauty were blotted out, and the charms of her face disfigured, by a cruel black stain squatting stubbornly on cheek or brow — enough to bring heartache upon its owner every time she looked at herself in the mirror, or the figure of some beauty appeared to her in the distance...
How many times have I sighed in pity over a man... the fingers of whose hands were drawn up and stuck one to another through an abnormal birth, or after a
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burn that befell him by fate and destiny, so that his fingers were crippled and became incapable of any work... and there he is, idle and helpless, and the threads of hope that bound him to life snap of a sudden, and he plunges to the depths, dust-covered and shattered...
But science did not stand with folded hands before this man or that girl. Its guardians were quick to roll up their sleeves; they set the mind to work in creation and invention, and set nimble fingers to experiment and practice, until they reached a very far stage indeed — one at which they could proclaim with full voice:
"Noses to order!.. Eyes to order... Graceful fingers to order... etc... etc..."
Yes — thanks to these diligent men of science it has become possible for us to replace any member of our body with another,
The nose before the operation
The same nose after the cosmetic operation