Bette: And then he burst into tears, and then he fainted. The work of art was so beautiful and moving, he couldn't withstand the impact. The "Stendhal Syndrome".
Peggy: "My head thrown back, I let my gaze dwell on the ceiling. I underwent the profoundest experience of ecstacy I had ever encountered."
EXT. - QUIET STREET - NIGHT
[Jenny walks on the sidewalk, alone.]
Peggy: (voice over) "I had obtained... that supreme degree of sensibility where the divine intimations of art... merge with the impassioned sensuality... of emotion."
the L word