That is my theme for today: to be "imund," to be unclean with joy. Immonde, that is, out of the mundus (the world). The monde, the world, that is so-called clean. The world that is on the good side of the law, that is "proper," the world of order. The moment you cross the line the law has drawn by wording, verb(aliz)ing, you are supposed to be out of the world. You no longer belong to the world (117).

my second birthday (May 7, 1980)

How many adults eat this way? How many academics read this way? It is true that is forbidden is enjoyment,  jubilation