(With the Photographer (part 1
(With the Photographer (part 2

WITH THE PHOTOGRAPHER Part 3

The photographer beckoned me in. i thought he seemed quieter and
graver than before. I think, too, there was a certain pride in his manner. :wink:

He unfolded the proof of a large photograph, and we both looked at
it in silence. "Is it me?" I asked. :oops: "Yes," he said quietly, "it is you," and we went on looking at it." The eyes," I said hesitatingly,"don't look very much like mine." :roll:

:wink: "Oh, no," he answered, " 've retouched them. They come out splendidly, don't they?" :wink:
:oops: "Fine," I said, "but surely my eyebrows are not like that?" "No," said the photographer, with a momentary glance at my face, "the eyebrows are removed. We have a process now--the Delphide-- for putting in new ones. You'll notice here where we've applied it to carry the hair away from the brow. I don't like the hair low on the skull." :x
:o "Oh, you don't, don't you?" I said
:x "No," he went on, "I don't care for it. I like to get the hair clear back to the superficies and make out a new brow line." "What about the mouth?" I said with a bitterness that was lost on the photographer; "is that mine?" :oops:

:? "It's adjusted a little " :?
he said, "yours is too low. I found I couldn't use it" 8) "The ears, though," I said, "strike me as good likeness; the're just like mine." "Yes," said the photographer thoughtfully. "that's so; but I can fix that all right in the print. We have a process now--the Suphide--for the ears entirely. I'll see if--" :arrow:

:evil: "Listen!" I interrupted, drawing myself up and animating my features to their full extent amd speaking with a withering scorn that should have blasted the man on the spot."Listen! i came here for a photograph--a picture-- something which (mad though it seems :lol: ) would have looked like me. I wanted something that would depict my face as Heaven gave it to me, humble though the gift may have been. I wanted something that my friends might keep after my death, to reconcile them to my loss. It seems that I was mistaken. What I wanted is no longer done. Go on, then, with your brutal work :evil: . Take your negative, or whatever it is you call it-- dip it in sulphide, bromide, oxide, cowhide-- anything you like--remove the eyes, correct the mouth, adjust the face, restore the lips, reanimate the necktie and reconstruct the waistcoat. Coat it with an inch of gloss, shade it, emboss it, glid it, till even you acknowldge that it is finished. Then when you have done all that--keep it for yourself and your friends. They may value it. To me it is but a worthless bauble ." :x

:cry: :cry: I broke into tears and left :cry: :cry:

By:STEPHEN LEACOCK

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