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I read this book long time ago,”The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Alot reviews said it is a life-changing book. It come with a simple,approached style with a powerful message. I read it once n it left me pondered about my life, my dream, feelings…maybe i was too young to understand it at that time….n after sometime pondering about everything, it flew off like a wind. My only regret is i never re-read it. I think rite now, if i read it again, it will hv a different effect on me. One thing that i always lead to think back abt this book is the story of Narcissus. It is the anecdote at the beginning of the story…n it sure can keep readers curious enough to read the whole book.
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The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the goddess of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears. 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 depth of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.” |
