T WAS ONLY THE ELEPHANTS and us and maybe some dolphins. By us, we mean the ones with opposable thumbs. The ones who could see our reflections and know: that’s us. Or not us, just a reflection of us, but that seemed a minor point for a long time. When we heard of the beautiful wood nymph who fell in love with his reflection, we felt superior. That wasn’t us. We knew better. (And anyway, for the
