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March 02, 2012
We, who are not fallen, but were always down
Letter from the prostitute that didn’t want saving, 1858 (hat tip to Nadya).
That which is commonly, but untruly called virtue, I gave away. You reverend Mr Philanthropist—what call you virtue? Is it not the principle, the essence, which keeps watch and ward over the conduct, the substance, the materiality? No such principle ever kept watch and ward over me, and I repeat that I never lost that which I never had – my virtue.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at March 2, 2012 06:44 AM