Sebenernya sih judulnya PLOROGUE dari salah satu buku tipis, compact, dan baguss menurut gw yang akhir-akhir ini baru gw baca. Judulnya THE ALCHEMIST by PAULO COELHO. Udah lama banget pengen baca ini buku, tapi hanyalah jadi wacana. Eh, malah pas lagi heboh ujian sempetnya… Heumpfh…
Entah kenapa menurut gw, prologue ini menarik. Silahkan menikmati:
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 about the 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 the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone can contemplate his own beauty close at hand.”
“But… was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was at your banks he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for sometimes. Finally, it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt besides my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the alchemist thought.