<p>Windows to the soul? Come. On. In fact, once we hit a sure age, our eyes reveal things far less existential, like our exact stage of exhaustion, our sun-protection shortcomings, even the misguided vanity of our despectacled youth (the resultant crow’s ft, now perfectly evident without squinting, irony of ironies).</p>


<p>Fortunately, a trip to the dermatologist will be equally revelatory,