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06 March 2012

Some Jane Austen juvenilia Five excerpts.[More:]

From The History of England:

I suppose you know all about the Wars between him and the Duke of York who was of the right side; if you do not, you had better read some other History, for I shall not be very diffuse in this, meaning by it only to vent my spleen against, and shew my Hatred to all those people whose parties or principles do not suit with mine, and not to give information.



From Lesley Castle:

Imagine how great the Dissapointment must be to me, when you consider that after having laboured both by Night and by Day, in order to get the Wedding dinner ready by the time appointed, after having roasted Beef, Broiled Mutton, and Stewed Soup enough to last the new-married couple through the Honey-moon, I had the mortification of finding that I had been Roasting, Broiling, and Stewing both the Meat and Myself to no purpose.



and also

[...T]ho' I constantly applauded even every Country-dance, she played, yet not a pigeon-pye of my making could obtain from her a single word of approbation. This was certainly enough to put anyone in a Passion; however, I was as cool as a cream-cheese and having formed my plan and concerted a scheme of Revenge, I was determined [...] not to say so much as "Thank you, Eloisa", tho' I had for many years constantly hollowed whenever she played, Bravo, Bravissimo, Encore, Da Capo, allegretto, con expressione, and Poco presto with many other such outlandish words, all of them as Eloisa told me expressive of my Admiration, and so indeed I suppose they are, as I see some of them in every Page of every Music book, being the sentiments I imagine of the composer.



plus

In short [...] it is my sensibility for the sufferings of so many amiable young Men, my Dislike of the extreme admiration I meet with, and my aversion to being so celebrated both in Public, in Private, and in Printshops, that are the reasons why I cannot more fully enjoy, the Amusements so various and pleasing of London. How often have I wished that I possessed as little personal Beauty as you do; that my figure were as inelegant; my face as unlovely; and my appearance as unpleasing as yours!


Finally, one that everyone should keep on file for use when the occasion demands:

I feel myself so languid that I am sure were you with me you would oblige me to leave off writing, and I cannot give you a greater proof of my affection than by acting, as I know you would wish me to do, whether Absent or Present.
Yep, the woman was funny. And that is definitely one of the joys of her books.
posted by bearwife 06 March | 16:29
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