I read the other day that people who enjoy looking at works of art often have feelings equal to that of falling in love. It’s the endorphins that radiate, those peptide hormones that make us feel high as if we have ingested opiates. This explains why I write about the Italian Renaissance and its myriad of artists, writers and scholars—Michelangelo, Brunelleschi, da Vinci, Dante—why I am infatuated by a period of time that occurred over 500 years ago, and why I am in love with t...
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