Recently I read for the first time Pride and Prejudice by Jane “which city do we keep weird?” Austen. The book is, while accomplished, and certainly a novel that has stood and will likely continue to stand the test of time, exceedingly English and full of, for lack of a clearer way to put it, sentences that confuse you with their weirdly-thin-and-ragged-faced-man sort of love of running on and on.
Do I think you should read this book? I don’t know, who am I to advise you on what to read. In other words, yes, you ought to read this book. It’s clever, and there is a character I can relate to because we share a passion for poking at others. Also the book has that kind of joke several times where someone says that wouldn’t dare think to advise someone but here’s what you should do. Clearly, I liked that joke.
And now for some quotes (some sick Victorian-era burns if you ask me).
the nothingness, and yet the self-importance of all these people!
Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.
If she heard me, it was by good luck, for I am sure she did not listen.
Can we get some Victorian-era ointment up here Jeeves? For as to treat these sick burns?