Selene nodded. "One of your Ami poets." She quoted Leaves of Grass from memory, "'Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos, disorderly, fleshly, and sensual, no sentimentalist, no stander above men or women or apart from them, no more modest than immodest.' As far as American writers of that era go, I prefer Twain."
"The thing is," she continued, "that when you have children, grandchildren, future generations, you want to leave the world in as much of an improved state as you can for them to inherit. I'm probably the last person anyone would expect to have any maternal instinct, but there you go."
"It is probably a convenience to have most of the vice centered in one place; easier to keep an eye on that way."