Any particular locality, any house which has been lived in has a vibration, a transferred vitality of its own.

This is either sympathetic or antipathetic to the succeeding individual in varying degree.

But certain it is that the inhabitants who live at the foot of Etna will always have a certain pitch of life-vibration, antagonistic to the pitch of vibration even of a Palermitan, in some measure.

And old houses are saturated with human presence, at last to a degree of indecency, unbearable.

And tradition, in its most elemental sense, means the continuing of the same peculiar pitch of vital vibration.
Such is the objective dynamic flow between the psychic poles of the individual and the substance of the external object, animate or inanimate.