"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."
...it's from a Oscar Wilde poem called "The Harlot's House".
He's writing as someone looking into this house of a harlot and seeing the ghosts of men and prostitutes dancing together. These people... their lives are meaningless as of this point in time... they are basically dead already. Isn't that sin at it's truest...
"The dead are dancing with the dead, The dust is whirling with the dust."
...it's from a Oscar Wilde poem called "The Harlot's House".
He's writing as someone looking into this house of a harlot and seeing the ghosts of men and prostitutes dancing together. These people... their lives are meaningless as of this point in time... they are basically dead already. Isn't that sin at it's truest...