"“Olga Vittoria Gentilli never fell short of her reputation for refined elegance; this judgment, by which her admirers believe they praise her, is actually her most decisive condemnation. Content to offer a compliant audience her physical qualities (she is beautiful—they say, a beauty, we add, cold and banal, stereotyped, coarse: dear to the fat novelists of sensuality of our Renaissance—far from the beauty that is harmony of spirit and body, concrete life, the individual’s conquest, not dead matter), Gentilli does not put any effort into interpretation: she changes clothes but does not renew herself spiritually.”"