text:  Shall that divine instinct which has in all ages concerned itself only with what is holiest and fairest in life and nature degrade itself to go about seeking for the scabs and ulcers of the putridest spirits to grin over with a derision more hideous even than the pitiful quarry it has moused at? Asmodeus's gift of unroofing the dwellings of his neighbours at will would be the rarest outfit for a satirist but it would be of no worth to a poet