Why should not he, too, become a slayer of Pythons, and loathsome monsters, bred from the mud of sense and matter?
So bold and earnest! I can forgive him those words for the very fact of his having dared, here in my fathers house, to say them to me....

And yet so tender, so open to repentance and noble shame!--That is no plebeian by birth; patrician blood surely flows in those veins; it shows out in every attitude, every tone, every motion of the hand and lip.

He cannot be one of the herd.

Who ever knew one of them crave after knowledge for its own sake ?....

And I have longed so for one real pupil! I have longed so to find one such man, among the effeminate selfish triflers who pretend to listen to me.