They extol a utopia of beards and veils, of lash-covered backs, of cut-off hands and heads. An empire in which every man would be mutilated, lacerated, or amputated, for what man has not sinned?
“Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?”
― The Selected Poetry
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?”
― The Selected Poetry
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