One hungers for recognition of the wonder-inspiring self that lies hidden beneath the commonplace mask of clay.

"And that," said he--"the Madonna being crowned--the Botticelli--is in the Uffizi at Florence.

Walter Pater talks about it--you know--in his 'Renaissance'-- the pen dropping from her hand--'the high, cold words that have no meaning for her--the intolerable honour'! Oh, it's enormous, isn't it ?" "I'm afraid I've not read my Pater as I ought," said Miss Winwood.
"But, you must!" cried Paul, with the gloriously audacious faith of youth which has just discovered a true apostle.

"Pater puts you on to the inner meaning of everything--in art, I mean.

He doesn't wander about in the air like Ruskin, though, of course, if you get your mental winnowing machine in proper working order you can get the good grain out of Ruskin.