But if he does it because he loves it, loves it better than any other earthly thing, then I despise him with all my heart and soul.

I cannot conceive a more utterly unworthy existence." "And to such an existence our friend Buskin has sacrificed his whole career," replied St Aubyn, gravely.
"What a tragedy," observed the boy.
"Yes; a tragedy," agreed the other.

"A truer tragedy than the imitation one that he's been acting in, if he could only see it.

Well, here is my turning.

Good-night! I'm very glad we met.