My name for it would be the indulgence of personal vanity.
Aphrodite [speaks louder, while the conversation becomes general, except that Zeus takes no part in it].
You may call it so, if you please, but it is a source of genuine pleasure to us.
Phœbus.
Ignorance is doubtless another of these consolations—ignorance chemically modified by a few drops of the desire for knowledge.... [Enthusiastically.] And all the chastened forms of recollection, how delightful they are, and how they add to our satisfaction here!
Nike.
It would be interesting to me to understand what you mean by chastened forms of recollection. I don't think that is my experience.
Pallas.
I conceive memory as a pure, unbiased emotion, an image of past life cast upon an unflawed mirror. Why do you say "chastened"?