According to Seamus Heaney,
"To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity."
I don't know if his words were meant as a warning, but I've grown to distrust and even disdain such bold declarations. I will walk beside the spring and gaze where I please. There are plenty of interesting things to see in the water other than your own reflection. I've been re-reading Ishiguro's 'Remains of the Day'. He's got a totally different take on dignity.
