People were bathing and posturing themselves on the beach, <br />and all was dreary, great robot limbs, robot breasts, <br />robot voices, robot even the gay umbrellas. <br /> <br />But a woman, shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer of the presence of the gods was like <br />lilies, and like water-lilies.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gods-the-gods/
