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"I cannot read the truth into these eyes. Their riddle still eludes me. " When the passion of two natures meets in perfect reciprocity the resulting fruit is genius. It is procreation in the divine sense -- divine creation by deputy, that is to say -- whereby the love that is in the souls of both, each for the other, blossoms in the flawless understanding. Leonardo, the glorious bastard, was the earnest of such a meeting -- a moment rarely possible, but still possible to any union -- and the seal of its creative ecstasy was on his hand and on his brow. He was beautiful as he was inspired; yet, even as the Fates keep secrets from the gods themselves, from him was withheld the full interpretation of his own transcendent visions.
The young man to whom he spoke, and into whose eyes he had turned to look, lowered his lids as if abashed or aggrieved, and just perceptibly shrugged his shoulders.