I have perceived that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful curious breathing laughing flesh is
enough,
To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my arm ever
so lightly round his or her neck for a moment . . . . what is this
then?
I do not ask any more delight . . . . I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close to men and women and looking
on them and in the contact and odor of them that pleases the
soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
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