—The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words home,Christ, ale, master, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit.His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.
—And to distinguish between the beautiful and the sublime, the dean added, to distinguish between moral beauty and material beauty. And to inquire what kind of beauty is proper to each of the various arts. These are some interesting points we might take up.