No, let me put it more accurately--there is, practically speaking, no face at all.

The gaping cavity that exists under this mask would certainly sicken the strongest men among you, and turn you against me.
"We can't tolerate what disgusts, even if its qualities be excellent.
In exposing myself to you, sir, I should certainly be insuring my rejection.

But what you cannot see, what you can only imagine, will not make you refuse me." The Master pondered a moment, then nodded and asked: "Is it so very bad, sir ?" "It's a thing of horror, incredible, awful, unreal! In the hospital at Rouen, they called me 'The Kaiser's Masterpiece.' Some of the most hardened surgeons couldn't look at me, or dress my--wound, let us call it--without a shudder.

Ordinary men would find me intolerable, if they could see me.
"Unmasked, I bear no resemblance whatever to a man, but rather to some ghastly, drug-inspired dream or nightmare of an Oriental Dante.

The fact that I have sacrificed my human appearance in the Great Cause cannot overcome the shrinking aversion that normal men would feel, if they could see me.