Narcissus: This looks like the place where that girl attacked me! Where did she get the idea that I could ever love her? So many people live in a fantasy world. So many fools and so few who are grounded in reality. And women are the worst. They throw themselves at me. I know I am handsome, intelligent and well-spoken. I know my profile is noble and my physique is perfect. But that doesn’t mean I have to fall in love with every little piece of fluff who floats into my life. They bring me flowers. They sing me songs. They send me these horrible poems of adoration. And if I don’t return their affections, they go absolutely wild. And the craziest of them all was that Echo girl. I heard she finally died of unreturned love for me. Well, that is her problem. Good riddance, I say. I never asked for her affection. Silly girl. She was of no use to me whatsoever! Not that I would ever be intentionally cruel to Echo or anyone else, you understand. Actually, in my quest for perfection, I spend a great deal of time feeling compassion for those lesser beings who lack my amazing qualities. In my own way, I’m a bit of a saint, although people assume someone as beautiful as I am must be vain and conceited. Nothing could be further from the truth.