A teenage visitor asks me: "What are you doing?" "I'm writing," I reply. "What are you writing about?" "About beauty-about you. And he: "Can I see it?" "Yes, of course, it's here around us. It's here between you and me." He turns around and looks at the portico, then at me, and back again at the portico and says: "Oh, I hadn't noticed!"
How moving, and how lucky we are to be united by art. Time cannot separate us.