One of my favorite
Joseph Epstein essays is called “Narcissus Leaves the Pool.”
“Emerging from the
shower, I stand naked in front of my bathroom mirror. This, let the truth be
told, is not an altogether enrapturing sight. (Had he grown well into middle
age, Narcissus himself would surely have spent a lot less time gazing into the
pool.) Contemplating myself, I feel a brief wave of pity for my wife who, night
after night, has to sleep next to this body; I, more fortunate soul,...
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