I wonder, have you heard the story of Narcissus? It’s an old tale of a young man of unfathomable attractiveness.
Ovid, Metamorphoses 406, 412-425
Picture a clear, unmuddied pool of silvery, shimmering water. …
Here Narcissus arrived, all hot and exhausted from hunting,
and sank to the ground. The place looked pleasant, and here was a spring!
Thirsty for water, he started to drink, but soon grew thirsty
for something else. His being was suddenly overwhelmed
by a vision of beauty. He ...