hand rising on the horizon has become a great overshadowing storm which blackens the whole heart till its beautiful nature is entirely lost to sight. In the meanwhile, the thunders of lust begin to roar, the lightnings of anger begin to play; envy, hatred, estrangement, violence, effeminacy, meanness, a quarrelsome disposition, a mind that hates justice,—all the blasts and tempests of perverse thoughts,—come bursting across our spiritual sky, Winds such as do not usually come from the bags of the Wind-God, rains such as are not ordinarily stored in the cisterns of our firmament, come sweeping over us. We see a man, and at once we despise him without reason, saying that the fellow is always like that, or the boastful feeling arises within us that at any rate we are not like him. It is hard to describe this disposition, some people use the world jūga for it, but that does not quite express the underlying idea. The idea includes the heart which is like a wolf, which is like a fox, a baboon, a wild dog, the heart that hates light like an owl, that loves filth like a maggot,
