human
Rip your brother's vices open, strip your own foul passions bare; Down with Reticence, down with Reverence--forward--naked--let them stare.
gpt
Why, he has nothing on, it said. And so these writers of ours go out from day to day, girded on, they would have us believe, with the garments of art; and fashion has lacked the courage to cry out with the little child:
human
They have nothing on.