While they sat there gazing upon the wonders of the Eiffel Tower he leaned in close and whispered french in her ear. She still didn't understand the words he spoke but she loved every bit. She leaned her head on his shoulder and they enjoyed the seconds as they passed. He then lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her forehead. "Welcome to France, my dear," he said.
"I think that the power of art is the power to wake us up, strike us to our depths, change us. What are we searching for when we read a novel, see a film, listen to a piece of music? We are searching, through a work of art, for something that alters us, that we weren't aware of before. We want to transform ourselves, just as Ovid's masterwork transformed me." --from Teach Yourself Italian by Jhumpa Lahiri