To me that was a heartbreaking picture, of course, but it was
also an image of something amazing and glorious: the
sheer ecstasy of innocence, the happiness of a child who can dance amid despair and desolation because her
joy came with her into the world and prompts her to dance as if she were in the midst of paradise.
Also, there's no denying the gloriousness of a naturally aspirated V - 12 — the smoothness, the musical whine as it revs, the
sheer joy that comes from lifting the hood and just looking at that magnificent piece of mechanical artistry.