Obscenity

Major.

Obscene.

And George Salazar.

Uh, George Salazar as Eddie slash other guy?

And I bring the empirical evidence to this, by the way.

I think it's chapter nine of the book where I say, Obscenity needs to be, again, outlawed.

And here's what's been happening because it hasn't

been.

I sit in the shade of the temple walls, While the cadenced water evenly falls, And a peacock out of the jungle calls To another on yonder tomb.

Above, half seen in the lofty gloom, Strange works of a long-dead people loom, Obscene and savage and half-effaced; An elephant-hunt, a musicians' feast, And curious matings of man and beast.

What did they mean to the men who are long since dust, Whose fingers traced in this arid waste These rioting, twisted figures of love and lust? Strange, weird things that no man may say, Things humanity hides away, Secretly done, catch the light of the living day, Smile in the sun; cruel things that men may not name, Naked here without fear or shame, Laughed in the carven stone.

Deep in the temple's innermost shrine Is set, where the bats and shadows dwell, The worn and ancient symbol of life At rest in its oval shell, By which the men who of old the land possessed Represented their great destroying power.