'Look,' he said, 'my head is separated from my body by a scarf. Who dares give me the lie if I say I walk with a knotted mirror under my chin? The scarf reflects a face, and you think it is of flesh. Night is the mirror. Day the scarf. Moon and Sun reflected features. But my true face, brothers, where did I lose it?'
At his death, a large scar was discovered on his neck."
Edmond Jabes, The Book of Yukel.
