The gossip-mill, he thinks, turning day and night, grinding reputations.
Perhaps it's the right of the young to be protected from the sight of their elders in the throes of passion. That is what whores are for, after all: to put up with ecstasies of the old.
It reminds me too much of Mao's China. Recantation, self-criticism, public apology. I'm old-fashioned, I would prefer simply to be put against a wall and shot. Have done with it.
These are puritanical times. Private life is public business. Prurience is respectable, prurience and sentiments.
Sooner murder an infant in it's cradle, than nurse unacted desires.
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