men of the moment, enthusiastic, sensuous, and childish, light minded and impulsive in their trust and distrust; with souls in which usually some flaw has to be concealed; often taking revenge with their works for an internal defilement, often seeking forgetfulness in their soaring from a too true memory, often lost in the mud and almost in love with it, until they become like the Will o' the Wisps around the swamps, and stars the people then call them idealists, often struggling with protracted disgust, with an ever reappearing phantom of disbelief, which makes them cold, and obliges them to languish for and devour faith as it is out of the hands of intoxicated adulators: