There isn’t much in the historical record about William of Ockham’s facial hair, aside from the rare stained-glass likeness. But we can assume that even lowly theologians pondering fundamental questions of the universe must’ve had time for some mild grooming. They certainly had mirrors reflective enough to catch a glimpse of untamed whiskers.
(Ockham, most likely following a good, clean shave. Look at those cheeks)
This is to say, we can surmise with a certain degree of confidence that Ockham the man possessed a nice set of rudimentary razors. Possibly cutting edge, in a manner of speaking. Bill clearly didn’t want a beard to get between him and God. That would cause confusion.
But given the technology of the time, he dealt with nicks, cuts and bruises. Shaving under candlelight is no easy task, especially with the lack of Mach-grade razors. What did Willy’s razors look like? They were sharp, heavy, and definitely not sterilized. Which means, we must examine how he ultimately met his maker. The Bubonic Plague was going around at the time, though isn’t it just as likely he stepped off this mortal coil after shaving? Infections were rampant. And here’s a man who spent his whole life going against the grain. Perhaps he did it one time too many.
So please get your tetanus shots, everyone.