The feelings excited by improper art are kinetic, desire or loathing. There must be law, steadily invoked and respected by all nations, for without law, the world promises only such meager justice as the pity of the strong upon the weak. Brother Michael was standing at the door of the infirmary and from the door of the dark cabinet on his right came a smell like medicine. --Heavenly God! cried Stephen's soul, in an outburst of profane joy.