Laura walked along the tracks following a path worn by pilgrims and then turned into the fields.  Here she stopped and, closing her eyes, took a deep breath of the flower -scented air of the broad expanse around her. It was dearer to her that her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name.

From “Doctor Zhivago”