Futurism by the Fireside

Mistress (to Maid) ‘Now, Jane, how often have I told you not to place your eye upon the mantelpiece.’ Brainy maid. ‘You are mistaken mum, that is not my eye but merely the dynamic conception of it’s lyrical form interpreted by infinite manifestation of its relations between absolute movement and relative movement or, in a word, between ambience and object, until it forms a . . .’ Mistress ‘Then you may take a month’s notice.’ (The Sketch, Vol 86, p209.)