Still another clue in search of the elusive self image was
the fact that not all scars or disfigurements bring shame
and humiliation. When I was a young medical student in
Germany, I saw many another student proudly wearing
his "saber scar" much as an American might wear the
Medal of Honor. The duelists were the elite of college
society and a facial scar was the badge that proved you a
member in good standing. To these boys, the acquisition
of a horrible scar on the cheek had the same psychologic
effect as the eradication of the scar from the cheek of my
salesman patient. In old New Orleans a Creole wore an
eye patch in much the same way. I began to see that a
knife itself held no magical powers. It could be used on
one person to inflict a scar and on another to erase a scar,
with the same psychological results.
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