Reflection from Anita Loos. Empson, W. The Gathering Storm, 1940. abstract bibtex No man is sure he does not need to climb. It is not human to feel safely placed. "A girl can't go on laughing all the time." Wrecked by their games and jeering at their prime There are who can, but who can praise their taste? No man is sure he does not need to climb. Love rules the world, but is it rude, or slime? All nasty things are sure to be disgraced. A girl can't go on laughing all the time. Christ stinks of torture who was caught in lime. No star he aimed at is entirely waste. No man is sure he does not need to climb. It is too weak to speak of right and crime. Gentlemen prefer bound feet and the wasp waist. A girl can't go on laughing all the time. It gives a million gambits for a mime On which a social system can be based. No man is sure he does not need to climb, A girl can't go on laughing all the time.
@article{empson_reflection_1940,
title = {Reflection from {Anita} {Loos}},
shorttitle = {Reflection from {Anita} {Loos}},
abstract = {No man is sure he does not need to climb.
It is not human to feel safely placed.
"A girl can't go on laughing all the time."
Wrecked by their games and jeering at their prime
There are who can, but who can praise their taste?
No man is sure he does not need to climb.
Love rules the world, but is it rude, or slime?
All nasty things are sure to be disgraced.
A girl can't go on laughing all the time.
Christ stinks of torture who was caught in lime.
No star he aimed at is entirely waste.
No man is sure he does not need to climb.
It is too weak to speak of right and crime.
Gentlemen prefer bound feet and the wasp waist.
A girl can't go on laughing all the time.
It gives a million gambits for a mime
On which a social system can be based.
No man is sure he does not need to climb,
A girl can't go on laughing all the time.},
journal = {The Gathering Storm},
author = {Empson, William},
year = {1940},
keywords = {Appendix II Villanelles Done},
}
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