Bolt, a British linguist, develops a universal language, so he's a sudden sensation and receives a Nobel Prize. An ambitious diplomat who is capitalizing on Bolt's celebrity arranges for the U.S. to commission a statue for a London square to honor Bolt's achievement. Bolt's Italian wife, a renowned artist, sculpts an 18-foot nude of him. In a pique because he's neglected her for years to do his work, she gives the statue a spectacular phallus and tells Bolt that he wasn't its model. Thinking he's a cuckold, Bolt goes on a jealous search for a man matching the statue. The diplomat also wants changes in the statue to protect his conservative image. Can art and love be reconciled?