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  • The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

    Paulo Coelho (1998). “The Alchemist - 10th Anniversary Edition”, HarperSanFrancisco