"'Tis true," said Sir Edward to himself, yet half aloud, "the contact of the Foul and the Disgusting mars the general effect of the Shiny and the Beautiful--and, yet, why am I here?
I repeat it, calmly and deliberately--why am I here?
Ha! Boy!" The Boy looked up--his dark Italian eyes glanced intelligently at the Philosopher, and as with one hand he tossed back his glossy curls, from his marble brow, and with the other he spread the equally glossy Day & Martin over the Baronet's boot, he answered in deep rich tones: "The Ideal is subjective to the Real.

The exercise of apperception gives a distinctiveness to idiocracy, which is, however, subject to the limits of ME.

You are an admirer of the Beautiful, sir.

You wish your boots blacked.

The Beautiful is attainable by means of the Coin." "Ah," said Sir Edward thoughtfully, gazing upon the almost supernal beauty of the Child before him; "you speak well.