But by ideal is not meant here conventional.

That term of reproach is a misnomer, founded upon a mistake.

His idealism is simply the outcome of his love, which, like all human love, transfigures its object.

The Far Oriental has plenty of this, which, if sometimes a delusion, seems also second sight, but it is peculiarly impersonal.

His color-blindness to the warm, blood-red end of the spectrum of life in no wise affects his perception of the colder beauty of the great blues and greens of nature.