“Yes,” he replied, and smiled-“with a book of Chronicles, and a book of Proverbs, and a book of Psalms, and a book of Revelations—”
“And several books of Epistles,” she interposed.
“The tablets in the temple are cracked,” he said, “and the fortresses of privilege are crumbling. When the Revolution is here—when there are no longer priests nor judges nor class-taboos—then out of the hunger of our own hearts we shall have to shape our sex-ideals, and organize our new aristocracies.”
“They will call it a book of ‘free love’,” said she.
To which he answered, gravely: “Let us redeem our great words from base uses. Let that no longer call itself Love, which knows that it is not free!”