The current debate over obscenity, government funding, and the arts has set me to thinking about dirt, what it is and why we have such trouble with it.
“Dirt is matter out of place,” goes an old saying. Egg on my plate is breakfast, but egg on my face is dirt. Shoes in the closet are tidy, but shoes on the table are not. Certain movies shown in Covington, Kentucky, are commerce; across the Ohio River in Cincinnati they are filth.
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