This person's face was very red, and his mouth was slightly open, a detail he noticed with a peculiar disgust.

He could not get away from it, either.

It was held there, illuminated, insisted on, repeated for ever and ever, smaller and smaller, an endless procession of faces, all animated by one frenzy and one flame.

He was appalled by this mysterious multiplication of his person, and by the flushed and brilliant infamy of his face.

The face was the worst; he thought he had never seen anything so detestable as the face.