My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
Composition and revision Revise at the point of composition. Compose at the point of revision. Think of composition and revision as the same thing. Verlyn Klinkenborg, Several Short Sentences About Writing 104. Site Repair design