Forsooth, Narcissus: by the same token he was turned to a daffodil, and as he died for love of himself, so, if you remember, there was an old ill-favoured, precious-nosed, babber-lipped, beetle-browed, blear-eyed, slouch-eared slave that, looking himself by chance in a glass, died for pure hate.
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He danced, mimicked frogs and cows in his songs (I think of Clarence “Frogman” Henry singing “Ain't Got No Home” in 1956), and capped his sly performances as a babber-lipped buffoon by placing billiard balls or a cup and saucer in his mouth (I think of the guy with the balls in his mouth on the cover of the Rolling Stones' Exile on Main St.).
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