It does not exist in nature. Steel rails, chasing sunshine down the bend, winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind. As I see it, the doctrines of democracy deal with the aspirations of men's souls, but the application deals with things. One hand in somebody else's pocket and one on your gun, and you are highly civilized. . . . Desire enough for your own use only, and you are a heathen .
Civilized people have things to show to the neighbors.
It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks. People can be slave-ships in shoes. One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body. No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin. In your waters let me drown.