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Dear son, I have learned the secret of the Universe,
I learned it from my original bonne, the white-capped ocean,
The secret of the Universe is not Beauty, dear son,
Nor is it Art, the perpetuator of Beauty,
The secret of the Universe is to admire one’s self.
Camerado, you hear me!
Narcissus.
Ah, I too loitering on an eve of June
Where one wan narciss leaned above a pool,