Cut off both legs at the hip-sockets.

And I, the unconquerable and indestructible I, survive.

Am I any the less for these mutilations, for these subtractions of the flesh?
Certainly not.

Clip my hair.

Shave from me with sharp razors my lips, my nose, my ears--ay, and tear out the eyes of me by the roots; and there, mewed in that featureless skull that is attached to a hacked and mangled torso, there in that cell of the chemic flesh, will still be I, unmutilated, undiminished.
Oh, the heart still beats.