The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
Edna St. Vincent MillayPlease don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
Edna St. Vincent Millay