So finally I got my girl to read
the first and perfect novel in our tongue.
She’s still enough to get it now – her need
for flash and shock-and-awe has sunk among
the care for kids and health and age’s bleed.
Appreciating wit and words well-strung,
she’s now exposed to how good work can be,
and (dare I think?) she’s understanding me.

(Ottava Rima)