Everybody knows what he would do, if he had the pick of a score of buxom girls, in a secret place, he being a bachelor and they being without access to any man but himself.
If you were young and had no wife, you know what would happen, if you were alone in a pretty girl's bed-room, and she were educated to yield to you in everything.
Yet, these impudent rascals, the beefy Irish, Italian and German priests, ask you to believe that they never even think of touching those 56,000 American girls that are caged inside those walls:
Nevertheless, you know it is against Nature for these young men not to want to mate with those women. You know that the cloistered convents would not be built like Bastilles, and the world shut out, if there were not something going on in there which they are afraid for the world to see.
You know that where cloistered convents are built and managed like jails, THEY ARE JAILS!
Yet, those impudent rascals, gliding into the women, and coming out from the women, tell you that although the women are taught to obey the priest in all things, the priest never does say or do what every full-sexed man would do and say, under the same circumstances.
The Turks had their harems, and they knew women—likewise, they knew men. The Turks had walls, and bars, and locked gates, and sentinels outside to watch. But the Turks knew how vain are walls, and barred windows, locked gates and vigilant sentinels. Therefore, the Turks always kept eunuchs in the harem itself, eunuchs whose watchful eyes were ever upon those ladies of the harem. And the eunuchs were powerful men, strong and fierce, but unsexed. They had the strength to guard the women, without the desire to enjoy.
But the Roman Pope builds harems in all Christian lands—harems for his priests to whom he denies marriage.
There are no eunuchs to guard these women. The men who go in unto them are men of like passions as ourselves; and there is no eye to watch, no tongue that will tell, after the priest has gone inside.
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