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With such a reward for her tears, the child was too wise to cease crying.
— Nov 21, 2011 01:15PM
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Moira
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End of Vol II: Lucy Steele has Fanny Dashwood eating out of her hand. Yikes.
— Nov 21, 2011 06:44PM
Moira
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"I come now" - pretty sure this is the first instance of the first-person narrator, would have to check.
— Nov 21, 2011 06:36PM
Moira
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'peculiar' and 'particular' seem to have switched meanings sometime in the early 20th? century
— Nov 21, 2011 06:24PM
Moira
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' -- no poverty of any kind, except of conversation, appeared -- but there, the deficiency was considerable.' No wonder "polite" society was terrified of this woman.
— Nov 21, 2011 06:20PM
Moira
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'Hence in a very brief space the author manages to skewer both this character and most people.' <333 Annotator
— Nov 21, 2011 06:16PM
Moira
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Elinor was pleased that he had called; and still more pleased that she had missed him.
— Nov 21, 2011 06:13PM
Moira
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//pushes John Dashwood under the hooves of a horse where he is bloodily trampled to death
— Nov 21, 2011 05:57PM
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Nov 21, 2011 02:05PM
Is this the same bit where Jane observes that a small child is the perfect thing to have around for social gatherings? I loved that bit.
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Bri wrote: "Is this the same bit where Jane observes that a small child is the perfect thing to have around for social gatherings? I loved that bit."YES, it is. All the observations about children in this book are HILARIOUS, done with a finely perceptive cold eye. No wonder the silly society people were terrified of her, "a poker of whom everybody is afraid."
Conversation however was not wanted, for Sir John was very chatty, and Lady Middleton had taken the wise precaution of bringing with her their eldest child, a fine little boy about six years old, by which means there was one subject always to be recurred to by the ladies in case of extremity, for they had to enquire his name and age, admire his beauty, and ask him questions which his mother answered for him, while he hung about her and held down his head, to the great surprise of her ladyship, who wondered at his being so shy before company, as he could make noise enough at home. On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provision for discourse. In the present case it took up ten minutes to determine whether the boy were most like his father or mother, and in what particular he resembled either, for of course every body differed, and every body was astonished at the opinion of the others.
I mean, that's just DEADLY. In goes the stiletto.
