" he was the scientist of her soul. in the smallest motion of an eyebrow, in the twitch of a muscle in her thigh, in a sudden minuscule curling of the left corner of her upper lip, he deduced the presence of life. her self, that sovereign treasure, had not been destroyed.
— salman rushdie, the enchantress of florence
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