...He was petrified in front of the mirror, and only the lower jaw remained alive, trembling finely and involuntarily. “Dear mother!” — the intellectual was horrified and immediately the opportunity to move returned to him. Timidly and embarrassedly, as in the time of advancing youth, he ran his fingertips over the swollen nipple of his left breast, and a spasm of flaring desire pierced his lower abdomen like lightning. Then the intellectual groaned dully and protractedly, and then began to furiously beat his forehead against the mirrored firmament. However, the mind still controlled the feelings, and the glass remained intact. And he stubbornly knocked his forehead on the glass, as if trying to break through through the looking glass, and there find salvation from this morning nightmare. And suddenly a new thought burned his consciousness, which seemed to be in perfect order: “What will happen if someone notices THIS?!”