The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred . . . . it is no matter who, Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf? Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the welloff . . . . just as much as you, Each has his or her place in the procession. All is a procession, The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
I love this.
