The feel of Pluto’s fingers digging into your soft thigh like Bernini’s Proserpina. The impulse to pet one of Cerberus’ moving heads.
The desire to root for David in taking down Goliath and to help Aeneas by unburdening him of at least the house gods that Anchises carries.
The fact that the gallery limits the number of visitors so you don’t feel like you’re at Times Square on New Year’s Eve (or in the Sistine Chapel) and can actually enjoy a quiet moment like Saint Jerome.
Galleria Borghese is well worth visiting and far from boring.