" The wallpaper with which the men of science have covered the world of reality is falling to tatters. The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration. It is essential only that the drains function adequately. Beauty, that feline beauty which has us by the balls in America is finished. To fathom a new reality, it is first necessary to dismantle the drains. To lay open the gangrened ducts which compose the genitourinary system that supplies the excreta of art. The odor of the day is permanganate and formaldehyde. The drains are clogged with strangled embryos. "

― Henry Miller , Tropic of Cancer (Tropic, #1)