I'll give Whitman the stage this morning. I"m quite out of it at the moment, and am in no mood to take the stage myself, and Walt--he's so damn lovely.

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you

I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass...."