"His own face stared up at him from a discarded copy of the
Ann Arbor News. He folded the paper over and smiled at a girl reading Kafka at another table. The corners of her mouth turned up briefly before she went back to her book. The photo in the paper had been a poor one to begin with, and he hardly resembled it now. He had shaved his head and bought a pair of drugstore reading glasses--black plastic frames and the weakest prescription he could find. He looked very much like every other man with a shaved head and glasses."--Harry Dolan,
Bad Things Happen