…it was something different from politics that filled those first few hours of their reunion, that made them laugh and cry and throw their arms around each other’s necks, and punctuated their first feverish conversation with frequent moments of silence. Theirs was a meeting of two artists…their talk was full of exclamations, they paced excitedly up and down the room, marvelling at each other’s perspicacity, or stood in silence by the window drumming on the glass, deeply moved by the exalting discovery of how completely they understood each other.
— Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak