I keep finding myself drawn back to this page, and I find new meaning in the espejo metaphor. The first time I read it I thought it was referring to an actual physical mirror, like you look into a mirror when you are lonely and talk to yourself, or perhaps that a mirror can show you how lonely you are, because you look in it and you see just yourself staring back at you. Now I'm thinking the sentence isn't about the mirror at all, but to say that loneliness, to be lonely, shows you something about yourself, much like a mirror would reflect your image back to you, loneliness causes you to reflect upon yourself and see things that you otherwise might not have. I'm starting to wonder if maybe 'loneliness is a mirror' is a positive statement, maybe more like 'solitude brings personal enlightenment'. Maybe the duck in Lake Woebegone is not sad, but wise.
I was "reflecting" on this subject just before I came to your comment. I agree with you about the opportunity for personal enlightenment. With solitude there are fewer distractions. You cannot hide from yourself as easily as when in company, and so the reality of who you are is mirrored back at you. Unless, ironically, you are a narcissist. The narcissist, whose life is exclusively dedicated to self-worship, never knows him/herself. To do so would mean annihilation, self-destruction. Avoiding self-awareness at all costs, the narcissist never looks at his reflection, contrary to portrayal by classical mythology.
Swimming in endless circles in Lake Woebegone, the old duck sensed winter's approach, the cooler air, the shorter days, the leaves falling along the shore. It was a brilliant day, his reflection crisp in the crystalline water. Suddenly overcome with melancholy for the many seasons past, and the few to come, he quietly quacked, La soledad es un espejo.
Nadando en círculos infinitos en el Lago Desconsolado, el viejo pato sintió el acercamiento del invierno, el aire de refrigerador, los días más cortos, las hojas que se caen a lo largo de la orilla. Esto era un día brillante, su reflexión crujiente en el agua cristalina. De repente(pronto) vencido con melancolía para muchas estaciones por delante, y pocos para venir, él silenciosamente quacked, Loneliness is a mirror. (y si ustedes no creen, vamos a reverso.net)
¡Gracias por la apreciación! Y también para la nueva palabra española que aprendí: curandero. "Quack" suena el justo como "quack", nada para hacer más, mientras "curandero", este es un entero nuevo mundo. ¡Suena grande! Siempre soy encantado como palabras españolas suenan. ¡Muchas gracias!