So they could see, couldn’t they,
the power of sin in the company of a weak mind? The children scratched their knees and nodded, but Dorcas, at least, was enchanted by the frail, melty tendency of the flesh and the Paradise that could make a woman go right back after two days, two days! Or make a girl travel four hundred miles to a camptown, or fold Neola’s arm, the better to hold pieces of her heart in her hand. Paradise. All for Paradise.
from Jazz, Toni Morrison
