Cutting edge

I was staring hard at the face in front of me, trying to bring it into focus. From what I could see, it and the person attached to it were not in very good shape. Dissipated might be too strong a word but it certainly didn't look any too healthy. But it was difficult to tell, partly because I was having difficulty focusing, partly because the lower half of my face was covered with shaving foam and partly because the mirror kept steaming up. Although my hand was shaking, the razor slid smoothly