"When did t that dreadful Mask first look at me? Who put it on and why was I so frightened that the sight of it is an era in my life? It is not a hideous visage in itself; it is even meant to be droll why then were its stolid features so intolerable? Surely not because it hid the wearer's face. An apron would have done as much; and though I should have preferred even the apron away it would not have been absolutely insupportable like the mask. ThWas it the immovability of the mask? The doll's face was immovable but I was not afraid of her. Perhaps that fixed and set change coming over a real face infused into my quickened heart some remote suggestion and dread of the universal change that is to come on every face and make it still? Nothing reconciled me to it."