when your brain is churning away, I swear it makes your whole face light up. There’s nothing more beautiful than that.” Augusta laughed. “You think my brain is beautiful?” Irving refused to be embarrassed. “I think you’re happiest when you’re using it—when you’re doing your homework or studying your formulas or learning whatever is in your books. That’s when you’re the most yourself. And that’s when you’re the most beautiful to me.”
