" Its melancholy epigraph came from the Greek poet Constantin Cavafy, as translated by Phil Andros: Now and again he swears To commence a cleaner life, But when the night comes With its dark promptings, Its uncertainties and its enterprises When the night comes With its own dominion Over the body, he returns, lusting and searching, Lost, to that same morose delight.* "

― Justin Spring , Secret Historian: The Life and Times of Samuel Steward, Professor, Tattoo Artist, and Sexual Renegade