The great stories of seduction, that of Phaedra or Isolde, are stories of incest, including the incestuous relation we maintain with our image. We are seduced by the latter because it consoles us with the imminent death of our sacrilegious existence. Our mortal self-absorption with our image consoles us for the irreversibility of our having been born and having to reproduce. It is by this sensual, incestuous transaction with our image, our double, and our death, that we gain our power of seduction. ... 'I'll be your mirror' does not signify 'I'll be your reflection' but 'I'll be your deception.'