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.

...for people who enjoyed their own presence well enough and sought only a place where they would be left free to enjoy it.

Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

Written By John Steinbeck

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