her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell, sir, her 
     volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she 
     knows, she just feels she was kind of born to lay and love 
     eggs (trust her to propagate the species and hoosh her 
     fluffballs safe through din and danger!); lastly but mostly, 
     in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon, she is 
     ladylike in everything she does and plays the gentleman’s 
     part every time. Let us auspice it! Yes, before all this has 
     time to end the golden age must return with its 
     vengeance. Man will become dirigible, Ague will be 
     rejuvenated, woman with her ridiculous white burden will 
     reach by one step sublime incubation, the manewanting 
     human lioness with her dishorned discipular manram will 
     lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, 
     they are not justified, those gloompourers who grouse 
     that letters have never been quite their old selves again