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Woman Is The Symbol To Man Of The Uncleanness Of Bodily Existence, Of Which He Purifies Himself By Putting Her To Noble Uses. She Thus Has For Him A Double, Contradictory Significance; She Is The Subject Of His Bawdry And The Subject Of His Romance.

Until The Missing Story Of Ourselves Is Told, Nothing Besides Told Can Suffice Us: We Shall Go On Quietly Craving It.

Every Thought Sounds Like A Footfall, Till A Thought Like A Boot Kicks Down The Wall.

Because Most People Are Not Sufficiently Employed In Themselves, They Run About Loose, Hungering For Employment, And Satisfy Themselves In Various Supererogatory Occupations. The Easiest Of These Occupations, Which Have All To Do With Making Things Already Made, Is The Making Of People: It Is Called The Art Of Friendship.

Rummaging In The Storehouses Of Religious Or Literary History For Myth-matter For Ideational Uses Is Of The Nature Of Spiritual Vulgarity.