Such a fire, it afterwards appears, did actually burst forth, with explosions more or less Vesuvian, in the inner man of Her Diogenes; as indeed, how could it fail? A nature, which, in his own figurative style, we might say, had now not a little c...

Such a fire, it afterwards appears, did actually burst forth, with explosions more or less Vesuvian, in the inner man of Her Diogenes; as indeed, how could it fail? A nature, which, in his own figurative style, we might say, had now not a little carbonised tinder, of irresistibility, with so much nitre of latent Passion, and sulphurous Humour enough; the whole lying in such a hot neighborhood, close by a reverberating furnace of Fantasy:"have we not here the components of the driest Gunpowder, ready, on occasion of the smallest spark, to blaze up? Neither, in this our life element, are sparks anywhere wanting. Without doubt, some Angel, whereof so many hovered round, would one day, leaving "the outskirts of AEsthetic tea, flit higher, and, by electric Promehean glance, kindle no despicable firework. Happy, if it indeed proved a Firework, and flamed off rocket-wise, in successive beautiful bursts of splendor, each growing naturally from the other, through the several stages of ahappy Youthful Love, till the whole were safely burnt out, and the young souls relieved with little damage!A critical study of Thomas Carlyle's Sartor Resartus by Friedrich Nietzsche.