". . . One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot,
How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter'd cheek.
. . .
The book and writer both
Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more." While thus one spirit spake,
The other wail'd so sorely, that heart-struck
I, through compassion fainting, seem'd not far
From death, and like a corse fell to the ground.

This passage from Dante's "Inferno" captures a pivotal and tragic moment between two doomed lovers, Francesca and Paolo. The line "In its leaves that day we read no more" signifies the instant their innocent reading of an Arthurian romance transforms into a realization of their own illicit love. It underscores how literature can act as a catalyst for real emotions and actions. The mention of their cheeks' changing hue highlights the blush of awareness and desire, while the eventual "heart-struck" suffering of Dante himself reflects his profound empathy. The passage reveals the dual nature of stories: as both enchanting and dangerous, capable of mirroring and shaping human passion, leading to bliss or, as in Francesca and Paolo's case, eternal damnation.