Selection from Ovid D.J

   But in the new bird-form, Perdix, the partridge,
   Never flies high, nor nests in trees, but flutters
   Close to the ground, and the eggs are laid in the hedgerows.
   The bird, it seems, remembers, and is fearful
   Of all high places.


                                       This sentence that i picked telling that eople seem to put Icarus in their heart where not to be forgotten!