When I sit on the creature's knees, it makes me feel as if----You don't know all the horrors that she whispers into my ear while we are on the stage! She's crazy! I understand everything, but there are some things which disgust me.

Michon, don't my stays crease at the back, on the right ?" "My dear child," cried Trublet with enthusiasm, "you have just said something that is really admirable." "What ?" inquired Nanteuil simply.
"You said: 'I understand everything, but there are some things which disgust me.' You understand everything; the thoughts and actions of men appear to you as particular instances of the universal mechanics, but in respect of them you cherish neither hatred nor anger.

But there are things which disgust you; you have a fastidious taste, and it is profoundly true that morals are a matter of taste.

My child, I could wish that the Academy of Moral Science thought as sanely as you.

Yes.
You are quite right.