The sensible person, in contrast, recognizes that the yearning cannot be stilled, so he tries instead to push it under. This isn't successful either, for the longing keeps surfacing, and his attempts to repress it must constantly be renewed.

[W]hile he would spit beyond the table, he all-to-bespawleth him who skinketh at the feast.

Just as they were in the roughest part of the mountains, there was a wild shriek of the whistle, a sudden scrunt of the air-brakes, and the train, with an abruptness that was just short of an accident, stopped.

Winter Finding.