They do not think, they only feel. The old gentlemen
enjoy themselves with cigars, ices, the prospect of supper; the
young men seek pleasant sensations in dancing with beautiful girls.
The ladies seek in their partners and admirers to kindle feelings
and desires--vanity, self-seeking, pleasure of the senses,
gratification of the palate, in short, all the grosser tastes. All
that is not only like savages, but like animals. They are merry and
contented at the prospect of a savory meal, and they are fond of
playing tricks on each other--both sexes chaff and tease constantly.
I believe that the development of our larger brain is the
intellectual work of man during hundreds and thousands of years, and
it would gratify me to see it raised to a still greater state of
activity."
"I am listening to you so quietly that I don't interrupt you--even
when you talk absurd nonsense. How can one look doleful and
disagreeable if honest, highly constituted men indulge in
conversation with each other for a few hours after hard work? I
delight in this harmless enjoyment, in which people forget all the
cares of the day. Here people shake off the burdens of their
vocation and the accidents of their lot. Here am I, a poor devil
enjoying the society of the minister's friends, and admiring the
same beautiful eyes as he does.
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