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
Fish: a tap essay A Mixed Media Work by Robin Sloan www.robinsloan.com This is a kind of manifesto about the difference between liking something on the internet and loving something on the internet. It’s also an experiment in a new format: a “tap essay,” presenting its argument tap by tap, making its case with typography, color, and a few surprises. The Student, The Fish, and Agassiz