More, his keen perception of them interferes with all other perceptions and spoils his walks.

The result is that in after years, whenever he thinks of that beautiful city, he remembers, not its historic buildings or its wide boulevards, or whatever it has to boast, but rather its ancient, fish-like smell.

At least he remembers that first owing to this defect in his temperament.
So it is with everything.

A lovely woman is spoiled for such a one because she eats too much or has too high a voice; he does not care for his shooting because the scenery is flat, or for his fishing because the gnats bite as well as the trout.

In short he is out of tune with the world as it is.