Autumn (Seasonal, #1)

by Ali Smith

Can the sheer breadth of someone’s chest be insidious? Oh yes it can.

The ideal woman, a kind of faithful slave, who administers without a word of complaint and certainly no payment, who speaks only when spoken to and is a jolly good chap. But a revolution is on the way, all over the country young girls are starting and shaking and if they terrify you they mean to is what she’d soon be saying out loud on the radio herself, you know.