1. there was once a beautiful lad, whose name was narcissus. his beauty was so great, all the girls who saw him longed to be his, but he would have none of them. he would pass the loveliest carelessly by, no matter how much she tried to make him look at her. heartbroken maidens were nothing to him. even the sad case of the fairest of the nymphs*, echo, did not move him. she as a favorite of artemis, the goddess of woods and wild creatures, but she came under the displeasure of a still mightier goddess, hera herself, who was at her usual occupation of trying to discover what zeus was about. she suspected that he was in love with one of the nymphs and she went to look them over to try to discover which. however, she was immediately diverted from her investigation by echo’s gay chatter. as she listened amused, the others silently stole way and hera could come to no conclusion as to where zeus’s wandering fancy had alighted. with her usual in injustice she turned against echo. that nymph became yet another unhappy girl that hera punished. the goddess condemned her never to use her tounge again except to repeat what was said to her. “ you will always have the last word, “ hera said, “but no power to speak first.” 2. this was very hard, but hardest of all when echo, too, with all the other lovelorn maidens, loved narcissus. she could follow him, but she could not speak to him. how then could she make a youth who never looked at a girl pay attention to her? one day, however, it seemed her chance had come. he was calling his companions, “ is anyone here? ” and she called back in rapture, “here-here.” she was still hidden by the trees so that he did not see her, and he shouted, “come! ”—just what she longed to say to him. she answered joyfully, “come” and stepped forth from the woods with her arms outstretched. but he turned away in angry disgust. “not so, “ he said: “ i will die before i give you power over me.” all she could say was, humbly entreatingly, “i give you power over me, “but he was gone. she hid her blushes and shame in a lonely cave, and never could be comforted. still she lived in places like that, and they say that she has so wasted away with longing that only her voice now is left to her. 3. so narcissus went on his cruel way, a scorner of love. but at last one of those he wounded prayed a prayer and it was answered by the gods: “may he who loves not others love himself.” the great goddess nemesis, which means righteous anger, undertook to bring this about. as narcissus bent over a clear pool for a drink and saw there him own reflection, on the moment he fell in love with it. “ now i know,” he cried, “ what others have suffered from me, for i burn with love for my own self—and yet how can i reach that loveliness i see mirrored in the water? but i cannot leave it. only death can set me free.” and so it happened. he pined away, leaning perpetually over the pool, fixed in one long gaze. echo was near him, but she could do nothing; only when, dying, he called to his own image, “ farewell—farewell, “ she could repeat the words as a last goodby to him. 1. now that you have reviewed both passages, reflect on how the stories are similar as well as different. below, develop at least 4-5 sentence paragraph examining the similarities and differences between the two passages. make sure to have proper punctuation, grammar and an organized paragraph in your answer. you can develop your answer on page three of this document.