Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity." To all this M---- giggled applause, which naturally excited the combative instincts in me--always too alert.
"All great artists," I replied, "have had to practise chastity; it is chastity alone which gives vigour and tone to mind and body, while building up a reserve of extraordinary strength.

Your favourite Greeks never allowed an athlete to go into the palaestra unless he had previously lived a life of complete chastity for a whole year.

Balzac, too, practised it and extolled its virtues, and goodness knows he loved all the mud-honey of Paris." "You are hopelessly wrong, Frank, what madness will you preach next! You are always bothering one to write, and now forsooth you recommend chastity and 'skilly,' though I admit," he added laughing, "that your 'skilly' includes all the indelicacies of the season, with champagne, Mocha coffee, and absinthe to boot.

But surely you are getting too puritanical.

It's absurd of you; the other day you defended conventional love against my ideal passion." He provoked me: his tone was that of rather contemptuous superiority.