From The Humour of Homer and Other Essays, by Samuel Butler
"I met a lady in Switzerland who had some parrots that always traveled with her and were the idols of her life. These parrots would not let anyone read aloud in their presence, unless they heard their own names introduced from time to time. If these were freely interpolated into the text they would remain as still as stones, for they thought the reading was about themselves."
From Ramblings in Cheapside