Who shall say they are wrong?
Who shall sneer at their instinctive repulsion hallowed by ages of successful endeavour ?" "Fine rhetoric, I concede," he replied, "but mere rhetoric.

I never heard such a defence of prejudice before.

I should not have expected it from you.

You admit you don't share the prejudice; you don't feel the horror, the instinctive loathing you describe.

Why?
Because you are educated, Frank, because you know that the passion Socrates felt was not a low passion, because you know that Caesar's weakness, let us say, or the weakness of Michelangelo or of Shakespeare, is not despicable.