For Narcissus to find himself desirable, the water he looks into must be clear and calm and sweet. If a person looks into a turbulent pool his reflection will be dark and disturbed. That was Mr. Kett’s face, rippled with dark perturbation. He was being lied at, but lied at so well and for so impenetrable a reason. I can see his perplexity so clearly. It looms before me now and the turbulence in his eyes makes me look very ugly indeed.
