- the best thing that could happen to Sir Walter is an industrial accident
- I'm surprised Anne hasn't set fire to Elizabeth's hair
- God, William Elliot is creepy
- Lady Russell has NO taste in men whatsoever
- 'I am no match-maker, as you well know' YOU SURE AS FUCK AREN'T
- so in Bath when you finally start feeling better you find this creepy nurse hanging over your sickbed waving "thread-cases" for you to buy as a kind of secular medical indulgence? Ack
- 'Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber' in biographical context that is really fucking heartbreaking
- I forgot to mention earlier how Jane's earlier extreme nastiness about the death of 'thick-headed, unfeeling, unprofitable Dick Musgrove, who had never done anything to entitle himself to more than the abbreviation of his name, living or dead' AND his mother's grief being hilarious because she's fat ('A large bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, there are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will patronize in vain--which taste cannot tolerate--which ridicule will seize') squicked me right the fuck out. DAMN, JANE, THAT WAS BAD. YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT
- news from Uppercross in the next chapter! Have we really spent only a month in Bath? It feels like three eternities. And what on earth shall we do with all these pin-cushions?
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