He is one of Swift's Yahoos, with the courage of its opinions.

He seems to give one reason for hating and dreading oneself.

The effect is of mixed fear and fascination, as of a magician whose miraculous crystal is to show us what and how we shall be twenty years from now; or as when a surgeon tells the tale of some ghastly disorder, that may at the very moment be stealthily preparing for us a doom of anguish.
Hence our dialogue is assuredly no "meat for little people nor for fools." Some of it is revolting in its brutal indecency.

Even Goethe's self-possession cannot make it endurable to him.

But it is a study to be omitted by no one who judges the corruption of the old society in France an important historic subject.