Still Reading T.S. Eliot for the time being.

The second stanza of "Cousin Nancy" was comical to me.

I can just imagine these poor sophisticated New England aunts trying to understand how they felt about this feministic niece of theirs, and her modern ways.

"Cousin Nancy"

Miss Nancy Ellicott

Strode across the hills and broke them,

Rode across the hills and broke them–

The barren New England hills–

Riding to hounds

Over the cow-pasture.

Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked

And danced all the modern dances;

And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,

But they knew that it was modern.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch

Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,

The arm of unalterable law.