It is never too late to give up your prejudices.

..the dark walks$$$ so favourable to the interviews of young lovers

A stone / which in its own archaic$$$ simpleminded way / sees life as a chain of failed attempts.

I hid myself between two leaves of sorrel$$$ and there discharged the necessities of nature.

In a whisper he began begging for and$$$ as the sun set$$$ received the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

Then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing$$$ this belonging$$$it seems like some long$$$ dirty lie ... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents$$$ that everything is an accident. But if you believe that$$$ where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?

You look fine. "Right. I look fine. Except I don't$$$" said Zora$$$ tugging sadly at her man's nightshirt. This was why Kiki had dreaded having girls: she knew she wouldn't be able to protect them from self-disgust.

Oh$$$ I know that. You know me$$$ baby$$$ I cannot be broken. Takes a giant to snap me in half.

She represents love$$$ beauty$$$ purity$$$ the ideal female and the moon...and she's the mystre of jealousy$$$ vengeance and discord$$$ AND$$$ on the other hand$$$ of love$$$ perpetual help$$$ goodwill$$$ health$$$ beauty and fortune.

Perhaps sex isn't of the body at all. Perhaps it is a function of language.