EXCERPT Your body is now naked. You can look at yourself in the mirror. Are you the one I am seeing? —Réda Bensmaia We encounter our second cataptromaniac in a place where mirrors provide an anti-Edenic reversal of the problematic of self-consciousness, the assumption being that the garden’s first ancestors could not stand to view their own nakedness (original shame, guilt, repression). It is only through the mirror’s prism that nakedness allows one to stare scopomaniacally, although like the little girl’s looking glass it disturbs the piers of subjective recognition, allowing only fascination with one’s own bodily curvatures as if viewing them for the first time…