/lit/ - Literature

Mrs. Scuttlesby had an enormous breast which caused her the enmity of the young girls in her charge. In fairness she flaunted her breast at any opportunity, "why must we listen to you, madam governess?" the girls would ask, as they wished to go fishing or hunting with their fathers guns for instance whereas Mrs. Scuttlesby insisted they sat perfectly still in the day room and held cups of tea in their hands, and Mrs. Scuttlesby would leap across the room in a blind rage and tear open her dress and berate the girls that "when they had such as these," referring to her breasts, that "they may play with their fathers guns all they wished," as: for Mrs. Scuttlesby, the breast was a signature of elder maturity as much like the silver hair upon a gorillas back or the protrusive hump of an adult camel.

If Mrs. Scuttlesby were alive to-day
imagine what she'd have to say(!)