But she went on speaking.
"The immortal soul, spiritual in its essence, yet organized in all its minutest parts--cannot attain its full stature unless it receives immortal food.

The aliments of mere sensual life are for the body, and the mind's lowest constituents of being; and they who are content to feed on husks must sort with the common herd.

I have higher aspirations, my husband! I see within and above the animal and sensuous a real world of truth and goodness, where, and where only, the soul's immortal desires can be satisfied.

With the key in my hand shall I not enter?
The common air is too thick for me.

I must perish or rise into purer atmospheres." Mrs.Dexter paused, conscious that her husband did not appreciate her meanings.