The title reminded me of a passage from Austen's Northanger Abbey in which the heroine, Catherine, declares to Henry, the hero, that:
"[...] I have just learnt to love a hyacinth.”
“And how might you learn? By accident or argument?”
“Your sister taught me [...]”
“But now you love a hyacinth. So much the better. You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible. [...] I am pleased that you have learnt to love a hyacinth. The mere habit of learning to love is the thing"