4.9.01
hannah writes to offer another poetic example of men comparing women to cars. or, in this case, i think it’s comparing cars to women. but who can tell, since it’s e.e. cummings?

she being Brand

-new; and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and (having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.) i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing (my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning) just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ ÊÊ ÊÊÊÊ(it
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allof her tremB
-ling
to a:dead
stand-
;Still)
Ê Ê ÊÊÊÊÊ-e.e.cummings

today’s bit of wisdom also comes from hannah, since i’m so dead tired that i’m completely devoid of my own gems: “…mr. cummings is easily blameable for a lot of really pretentiously line-broken high school poetry… but where would the world be without pretentious high school kids?”

exaCtly,
Ê Ê Ê I:say-