Wednesday, February 07, 2007

classic acid

Mrs. Allen was one of that numerous class of females,
whose society can raise no other emotion than surprise at there being any men in
the world who could like them well enough, to marry them. She had neither
beauty, genious, accomplishment, nor manner. The air of a gentlewoman, a great
deal of quiet, inactive good temper, and a trifling turn of mind were all that
could account for her being the choice of a sensible, intelligent man, like Mr.

from Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

I couldn't help but smile at this - pure, eloquent sarcasm, delivered in typical Austen style.

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