I suppose you could call me. . . Soot," said the thing. "Yes. . . Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. " "Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?" "Boredom," said Soot.
The generative energy, which, when we are loose, dissipates and makes us unclean, when we are continent invigorates and inspires us. Chastity is the flowering of man; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it.