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Most Women Are Dull and Stupid

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As we rode back from York, Ann, arrayed in pink,
So much brighter than I'd ever seen her, had
A fit of imagination, asked what I thought the future
Might be like... Maybe on the newfangled railroad,
They'd have a string quartet to amuse the passengers
On long journeys. Playing along, I said, "Why not
Hire a fiddler for carriage rides as well, to make
The long and bouncing journey feel less like
A tribulation and more like a jig or reel?"