To be quite frank, he seems to me to pursue it ruthlessly, cruelly, unscrupulously.

He is a man of high ideals, but without principle.

In that respect he reminds one of the great spirits of the Italian Renaissance--Benvenuto Cellini and so forth--men who could pore for hours with conscientious artistic care over the detail of a hem in a sculptured robe, yet could steal out in the midst of their disinterested toil to plunge a knife in the back of a rival." "Sebastian would not do that," I cried.

"He is wholly free from the mean spirit of jealousy." "No, Sebastian would not do that.

You are quite right there; there is no tinge of meanness in the man's nature.