What the Roman enjoys in the arena, the Christian in the ecstasies of the cross, the Spaniard at the sight of the faggot and stake, or of the bull fight, the present day Japanese who presses his way to the tragedy, the workman of the Parisian suburbs who has a homesickness for bloody revolutions, the Wagnerienne who, with unhinged will, undergoes the performance of Tristan and Isolde what all these enjoy, and strive with mysterious ardour to drink in, is the philtre of the great Circe cruelty.