There was no Glostora or Tricopherus that he did not try

Abstract

Until then, his great battle, fought tooth and nail and lost ingloriously, had been against baldness. From the moment he saw the first hairs that got tangled in his comb, he realized that he was condemned to a hell whose torment is unimaginable for those who do not suffer from it. He resisted for years. There was no Glostora or Trichophero that he did not try, no belief that he did not believe, no sacrifice that he did not endure to defend every inch of his head from voracious devastation. He memorized the instructions of the “Bristol Almanac” for agriculture, because he heard someone say that hair growth had a direct relationship with the cycles of the harvests. He abandoned his lifelong hairdresser, who was solemnly bald, and replaced him with a recently arrived foreigner who only cut hair when the moon entered its first quarter.