Walt WhitmanCopulation is no more foul to me than death is.
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The things that we consider foul or obscene are often too personal for others to understand. Sex and death seem to be the most taboo topics in our society, but when you think about it, they are merely physical occurrences that occur in nature. The idea of copulation is no more foul to me than death is.
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