Robert Browning's energetic, vibrant presence dropped like a bomb into Elizabeth Barrett's quiet, disease-ridden room. Thus began one of the most unforgettable love stories in English literature. This love, which grew through letters, took on a completely different dimension with Robert's arrival at the house in Wimpole Street. Elizabeth, who was lying on the couch, began to walk three months after his visit, almost by a miracle. Their love extended to their secret marriage, overcoming social pressures and illness, and their escape to Florence. It was such a story that everyone who heard their names, let alone read their poems, knew of this love. As Virginia Woolf says in The Common Reader, even those who had never read a single line by Browning and Barrett were aware of this epic love. Woolf's Flush, on the other hand, told this love from a completely different perspective - through the eyes of Elizabeth's beloved dog. Flush, whom they kept close to them as they fled to Italy, was not only a loyal friend but also a silent witness to this great love. This story is not fiction, because it is as authentic as the truth itself. It is not a biography, because it carries the freedom of art and the magic of fiction. It is a masterpiece...