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There Is Nothing In The World Nobler, And Lovelier, And More Absurd,
Than A Boy'S Lovemaking. And The Joyousness Of It!...

The Boy Of Nineteen, Maurice Curtis, Who On A Certain June Day Lay In
The Blossoming Grass At His Wife'S Feet And Looked Up Into Her Dark
Eyes, Was Embodied Joy! The Joy Of The Warm Earth, Of The Sunshine
Glinting On The Slipping Ripples Of The River And Sifting Through The
Cream-White Blossoms Of The Locust Which Reared Its Sheltering Branches
Over Their Heads; The Joy Of Mating Insects And Birds, Of The Whole
Exulting,