I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.
He was a seer of visions and a dreamer of dreams, unconsciously charming and unfailingly kind.
You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.
You know nothing... And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.
We're going to die and not even know. We'll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won't any longer be witnesses to it. We won't have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We'll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!
First time my master's in English literature ever proved useful.