Jan 7, 2019
"Stendhal syndrome," he says. "You've lost me," I say. "Prominent in Florence," he says, straightening up and waving his specs in the air. "People pass out in the presence of beauty." "They pass out?" "People collapse," he says, "tourists are carried out of the museums on stretchers. The Stendhal syndrome," he says, "it's called that." "But I didn't collapse," I say. "No, but you cried. Sometimes people just cry. Or it starts with crying, and later they pass out."
The Late Hector Kipling (David Thewlis, 2007)
