“But Palla doesn’t believe in free love.”
“She hears it talked about by cracked illuminati.”
“Rain on a duck’s back, Jim!”
“Rain drowns young ducks.”
“You mean all this spouting will end in a deluge?”
“I do. And then look for dead ducks.”
“You’re not very respectful toward modernism,” remarked Estridge, smiling.
Then Jim broke loose:
“Modernism? You yourself said that all these crazy social notions––crazy notions in art, literature, music––arise from some sort of physical degeneration, or from the perversion or checking of normal physical functions.”
“Usually they do–––”