I never smelled anything so sweet before. And I know smells. My nose knows so much. A fine meal, the freshest flowers, the ripest fruit and even the subtle signs of an oncoming rain. But my nose knows so little about love. Because of my nose, I know nothing about it. I can love a good cup of coffee or the wonderful smell of spring, but nothing loves me back. I can love and appreciate so much more than everyone because of this glorious nose. But this nose keeps me from getting anything in return.
END OF MONOLOGUE
From the published play "Big Nose (a Modern Cyrano)"