The narrator wakes up in the middle of the night to find that his ideal type is dead. He's covered in nails, rice, and donkey hooves. The doctor checks him over to make sure he's okay, but he can't find his blindfold. The liver is there, he says, and the outline of his abs is there. The narrator tells the doctor to hurry and wear his clothes, because he needs to understand the structure of his own body.