Oh, it's a hernia clinic and it offers the soul a truss! "I tell you, Durtal, it's superficial quackery, and that isn't all.
This fetid naturalism eulogizes the atrocities of modern life and flatters our positively American ways.

It ecstasizes over brute force and apotheosizes the cash register.

With amazing humility it defers to the nauseating taste of the mob.

It repudiates style, it rejects every ideal, every aspiration towards the supernatural and the beyond.

It is so perfectly representative of bourgeois thought that it might be sired by Homais and dammed by Lisa, the butcher girl in _Ventre de Paris_." "Heavens, how you go after it!" said Durtal, somewhat piqued.