perfection. We ought to take  in developing ourselves as fully
as possible, in contending against every animal wordnetdesire instead of
making a formal study how best to pamper it. We ought to blush for our
frail, indigent physical nature, instead of making an idol of it and
regarding her who sacrifices to it most freely as the loftiest
illustration of feminine virtue."

"That all sounds very fine," said the Staatsrthin, "but it is,
nevertheless, a deplorable mistake. With the capacity for  the
Creator has bestowed upon us the right to enjoy. We ought only to see
to it that our  are true and noble. It is false  that
would repudiate what we cannot live without, and it sounds strangely
contradictory from the lips of a natural philosopher like yourself.
Before whom would you blush? Before your fellow-beings? Certainly not,
for they all share your mortal infirmities. And, since you do not
believe in a God, where does there exist for you any supernatural
ideal, any bodiless , subject to do change nor wordnetdesire of change,
before whom you can be ashamed of being a mortal?"

"In myself,--in my own imagination."

"Yes, yes, this is the usual jargon. Because you deny your God, and
still feel the need