Echo and Narcissus

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Echo was a nymph who talked excessively. She was extremely attached to having the last word.

One day she talked inconsiderately to the great Juno, who said that for this offense Echo ought to never utilize her voice again, unless to rehash what she had quite recently heard, yet since she was so exceptionally attached to last words, she may rehash the last words of others.

This was practically as terrible as though Juno had changed her into a parrot.

Echo was particularly embarrassed, and concealed herself in the backwoods.

Narcissus, is a young fellow whose hair is as yellow as gold with blue eyes like the sky, used to hunt in the woodland where Echo was covering up.

As she was peeping out modestly from some cave or from behind a great tree, Echo regularly observed Narcissus, and she appreciated him in particular.

One day Narcissus wound up plainly isolated from his friends, and hearing something stir among the leaves, he got out,

"Who's here?"

"Here," addressed Echo.

"Here I am. Come!" said Narcissus.

"I am come," said Echo;

also, as she talked, she turned out from among the trees.

At the point when Narcissus saw an outsider, rather than one of his friends as he had expected, he looked amazed and headed rapidly in the opposite direction.

After this, Echo never turned out and enabled herself to be seen again, and in time she blurred away till she turned out to be just a voice.

This voice was heard for some, numerous years in backwoods and among mountains, especially in caves. In their single strolls, hunters frequently heard it.

Here and there it taunted the yapping of their canines, in some cases it rehashed their own last words. It generally had an irregular and forlorn sound, and appeared to make lonely places all the more lonely still.

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Narcissus

Narcissus had a twin sister whom he cherished superior to any one else on the planet. This sister passed on when she was youthful and extremely delightful. Narcissus missed her so particularly that he wished he may bite the dust as well.

One day, as he sat on the ground by a spring, looking absently into the water and thinking about his lost sister, he saw a face like hers, gazing toward him.

It appeared as though his sister had turned into a water-nymph and were quite in the spring, yet she would not address him.

Obviously the face Narcissus saw was truly the reflection of his own face in the water, however he didn't realize that.

In those days there were no clear mirrors like our own, and the possibility of one's appearance that could be got from a cleaned metal shield, for example, was an extremely diminish one.

So Narcissus hung over the water and took a gander at the delightful face so as sister his, and pondered what it was and whether he ought to ever observe his sister again.

After this, he returned to the spring day after day and took a gander at the face he saw there, and grieved for his sister until, finally, the gods felt frustrated about him and transformed him into a flower.

This flower was the first narcissus.

Every one of the flowers of this family, when they develop by the side of a lake or a stream, still curve their excellent heads and take a gander at the reflection of their own faces in the water.

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