If I have been able, without scandalizing anybody, to enter cesspools, to handle putrid substances, to spend part of my time in refuse dumps, and to live, as it were, in places that the majority of men would close off as degraded and disgusting, why should I blush to open a cesspool of another kind (a cesspool filthier, I assure you, than all the rest), in the reasonable hope of doing some good by examining it in all its aspects?
— Mike Kelley