Chapter 18 A GLORIOUS VICTORY

Narcissus saw his image, and fell in love with it,

But jilted pretty Echo, who wailed and never quit.

This beauteous youth was far less kind than I, my friend, or you:

For we adore our own good looks and love our echoes, too.

-Adventures in Egoism.

I really shrink from giving an account of the result of the Bellevale caucuses next ev