Deep within the individual, as within the religious and cultural
systems that fashion the individual, something is hidden, and this is
not merely the individual 'sin' of modern religiosity or the
'complexes' of psychoanalysis. It is invariably a corpse that as it
rots spreads it's 'uncleanness' everywhere.
Mary's Month of May, and Sir Nikolaus Pevsner
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"The happy birds Te Deum sing,/'Tis Mary's month of May;/ Her smile turns
winter into spring,/ And darkness into day;/ And there's a fragrance in the
air,/...
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