“the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds(also, with the church’s protestant blessings daughters, unscented and shapeless spirited)they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,are invariably interested in so many things-at the present writing one still findsdelighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandyscandal of Mrs. N and Professor D….the Cambridge ladies do not care, aboveCambridge if sometimes in its box of sky lavender and corner less,the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”
*special ee cummings poem, on account of the fact that i will be taking a friend visiting from my old school to his place. i’m getting all tingly just thinking about it. and also because i have a soft spot for cambridge.