Sainte Beuve (n.) wanders around, cowardly, curious, bored, eavesdropping--a female at bottom, with a female's lust for revenge and a female's sensuality.
Sainte Beuve (n.) is a psychologist, a genius slander who knows better than anyone how to mix praise with poison.
Sainte Beuve (n.) is nothing of virility, full of petty wrath against all virile spirits.
Sainte Beuve (n.) is Plebeian in the lowest instincts and related to the ressentiment of Rousseau: consequently, a romantic -- for underneath all romantisme lie the grunting and greed of Rousseau's instinct for revenge.
Sainte Beuve (n.) is embittered against everything great in men and things, against everything that believes in itself.
Sainte Beuve (n.) is a revolutionary, but kept within bounds by "funk."
Sainte Beuve (n.) actually worried himself all his life because he had shown some warmth or passion either "pro" or "con," and he would fein have lied that fact out of his life.