the pedestrian
...wandering around, finding favorite things...
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Narcissus
She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you. During the two or three little outbursts of passion she has allowed herself in your favor, she has, by a great effort of imagination, seen in you the hero of her dreams, and not yourself as you really are. (Stendhal's Le Rouge et le Noir, 1953 Penguin Edition, trans. Margaret R.B. Shaw).