Beasts are not profligate.

We cannot have a profligate goat.
In what I have called concupiscent art, the case might seem different, and to a certain extent it is so.

The objects of struggle that we are there presented with are meant to be presented as pleasures, not in defiance of right and wrong, but independently of them.

The chief of these, indeed, as Theophile Gautier has told us, are the physical endearments of a man and a woman, with no other qualification than that they are both of them young and beautiful.

But though this art professes to be thus independent of the moral judgment, and to trust for none of its effects to the discernment between good and evil, this really is very far from being the case.