Ribald Classic: Letter From A Liberated Woman
January, 1972
Dearest Eliza,I must relate to you now the outcome of my newest design. As you may conceive, it all had to do with that great booby, that piece of awkwardness and ignorance to whom I had vowed obedience; in short, my husband, Mr. Ramble. Once settled in our London house, we began to invite company and to make some show of mingling in the world of fashion. That became a comedy, my dear Eliza, of the most nonsensical kind, with the vulgarities of Mr. Ramble setting all watchers agog.When we endeav...
