"Yet never may he wreathe his arms around that image of himself. He knows not what he there beholds, but what he sees inflames his longing and the error that deceives allures his eyes. But why, O foolish boy, so vainly catching at this flitting form? The cheat that you are seeking has no place. Avert your gaze and you will lose your love, for this that holds your eyes is nothing save the image of yourself reflected back to you. It comes and waits with you; it has no life; it will depart if you will only go."

- Ovid, "Metamorphoses", a passage from the story of Narcissus and Echo

"In a soldier's stance

I aimed my hand

At the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not I'd become my enemy

In the instant that I preach

My existence led by confusion boats

Mutiny from stern to bow

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now"

- Bob Dylan, "My Back Pages"