"Flabby, pale Narcissus", he said, "Though you left it years ago, the pool has kept your face. A ghostly sliver, a print-out of light. But you are not unique. Scattered through those landscapes, there are pools and tarns and spinnies with faces trapped inside them." "It wasn't a pool. It was Blea tarn" I said "I caught my first fish. If there's a face there still its a child's face".
Then, we started dancing round the room. We sang 'gog and magog have got a blog' to the tune of 'control' by Gossip.