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i am an invisible man. i am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am i one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. i am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids-and i might even be said to posses a mind. i am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. like the bodiless heads you sometimes see in circus sideshows, it is as though i have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. when they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination-indeed, everything and anything except me...