Similarly, one could argue that if these be-tattooed yogic folk were really so spiritual, they wouldn't feel the need to inform everyone else of this or remind themselves of it, via the medium of the tattoo.

I don’t know how many books are in the library, but they must number in the thousands.

WHEN I first saw the proposal that Shelley’s native county should celebrate the centenary of his birth by founding a Shelley Library and Museum at Horsham, I laughed—not publicly, because that would have been the act of a spoil-sport, but in my sleeve. The native county in question was Sussex,[…]But Shelley was not the man to claim freedom of enmity, and say nothing about freedom of love. If father and son are to be as free in their relation to one another as hundredth cousins are, so must sister and brother. The freedom to curse a tyrannical father is not more sacred than the freedom to love an amiable sister. In a word, if filial duty is no duty, then incest is no crime. This sounds startling even now, disillusioned as we are by Herbert Spencer, Elie Réclus and other writers as to there being anything “natural” in our code of prohibited degrees; but in Shelley’s time it seemed the summit of impious vice, just as it would to the Sussexers to-day, if they only knew.

They moved at a splitting pace.