'_Sometimes_,' he says, '_I try to persuade myself that such passions are abominable, and I say as much to myself in as severe a way as I can.

But the words come only from my lips.

They are arguments that I make.

They are not arguments that I feel.

The thing in question really seems quite natural to me, and anyone else in my place would, it seems to me, do as I do._'[18] Nor is this conception of love peculiar to the hero only.