“I’m not asking you to be a nun,” Alessandro told him. “I’m not asking you to do anything. I’m just telling you that the intellect is of no use unless it’s disciplined by the mortification of the flesh, so that it may serve the soul. That’s all. The intellect thinks. The body dances. And the spirit sings. A song, a simple song. When love and memory are overwhelming, and the soul, though crushed, takes flight, it does so in a simple song.” – Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War.