The
pink triangle at the inside corner of your eye is called the lacrimal caruncle,
or caruncula lacrimalis. You should know
this. I married my wife because she had
the most beautiful caruncula lacrimalis, bar none, that I had ever seen. There was a lot to be said for the
rest of her, too. Her sclera were very
clear, her iris a unique shade somewhere between smoky gray and Persian green,
and her pupil seemed to have a healthy response to changes in light levels.
I
could tell she liked me, too. Even
though the light at our time of first meeting was sufficient to read smaller
fonts, her pupil remained somewhat dilated.
This was a dead giveaway.
In
no time, we were dating. I can honestly
say I do not remember asking her out, but I can remember having coffee with
her. The effect of the caffeine on her
extra-ocular muscles was amusing. Her
saccades remained regular, with both eyes making quick, simultaneous movements,
but her micro-saccades increased in rapidity and regularity. It could be said that her eyes were
dancing. I must have been feeling
romantic, because I remember having the distinct impression that her eyes were
dancing merrily. Her superior rectus
muscles appeared to be particularly affected.
Dating
led to an exclusive relationship, and the next logical step was
engagement. Traditionally, I went to one
knee, and as I looked up awaiting a response, she hesitated, turning her head
at the sound of the horn of a passing train.
For a brief moment, her vestibulo-ocular reflex initiated, keeping her
eyes on me, then her eyes focused on the train, and her optokinetic reflex was
a thing of beauty. The smooth pursuit,
followed by the flourish of the saccade took my breath away. At last her gaze returned to me, and the
convergence as she focused on me made my heart leap. She said yes.
A
short engagement lead to a small, private ceremony. We stood before the justice of the peace and
exchanged vows, our lenses in accommodation due to our proximity to one another. At last, the ceremony over, we retired to my
apartment to enjoy our honeymoon.
Alone
and intimate as we had never before been, I hesitate to reveal what
happened. I will not go into
detail. I am a gentleman. Suffice it to say, I soon became familiar
with her vitreous body, and was pleased to discover she had a fine aqueous
humor.
That
has been many years ago now. My wife is
growing older, as am I. Oh, there may be
some presbyopia and a touch of arcus senilus.
I cannot complain, however, as I myself am somewhat subject to posterior
vitreous detachment. Still, we are
together. When I look at her, I still
see those caruncula lacrimalis I fell in love with all those years ago.
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