Echo

« Presently the youth, by chance divided from his trusted friends, cries loudly, "Who is here?" and Echo, "Here!" Replies.
Amazed, he casts his eyes around, and calls with louder voice, "Come here!" "Come here!" She calls the youth who calls.
He turns to see who calls him and, beholding naught exclaims, "Avoid me not!" "Avoid me not!" returns. He tries again, again,
and is deceived by this alternate voice, and calls aloud; "Oh let us come together!" Echo cries, "Oh let us come together!"
Never sound seemed sweeter to the Nymph, and from the woods she hastens in accordance with her words,
and strives to wind her arms around his neck. »

Ovide, les métamorphoses.

Research for DSAA degree memory.
2009.