The visitor's lecture was open to the city's genteel, literary ladies - and boy were they genteel - which obviously displeased cummings, a tough-guy Harvard man. 'My novel The Enormous Room, you may recall, is full of shit,' he began, and, opening it, read a raw-sewage passage. The ladies rose as one and left on a tide of blue rinse. 'Well, that's that,' cummings continued, clamping shut the book and smiling at the rapt, remaining students. 'Now let's take up poetry.'
West Bradley, Somerset
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