Modern
And then she's slim, so swift and slim, (Electric wires in every limb) and she can ride and she can swim and she can dance till stars grow dim and waking, fresh as violets, play eighteen holes or seven sets, or paint or cook, or write a book, or fence or vote, or sail a boat Will run a mile or run a man, (and run the office, if she can) defend a burglar, drive a plane, and in the evening, dance again.
-A.P. Herbert, Ballads for Broadbrows
















