In Woolstonecraft's page, BRIDGET BEARWELL was skill'd... And her fancy with novel inventions was fill'd But Bridget improv'd on Miss Wool- stonecraft's plan, And projected some small revolution in man. "Tis plain," she exclaim'd, "that the sexes should share, In each other's employments, amusements and care. I'm taught in man's duties and honors to join, And, therefore, let man be partaker of mine: Since to share with my husband in logic I'm fit In classical lore, mathematics, and wit; In return, he shall yield the pot, kettle, and ladle, And unite in the charge of the kitchen and cradle."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agon...ies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Constantly risking absurdity and death... whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I saw the strange position of his hands Up at his shoulders, dragging yellow strands... Of wire with something in it from men to men. "You here?" I said. "Where aren't you nowadays?..."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be- toothless mo...uth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »