“An ounce of fact is worth a ton of theory—it stands before me.”
“Come now, that’s just a get-out. Is beauty of the flesh or of the spirit?”
“What is the spirit as you call it? I’m a Pagan.”
“Oh! So am I. But the Greeks were Pagans.”
“Well, spirit is only the refined side of sensual appreciations.”
“I wonder!”
“I have spent my life in finding that out.”
“Then, the feeling this garden rouses in me is purely sensuous?”
“Of course. If you were standing there blind and deaf, without the powers of scent and touch, where would your feeling be?”