Category Archives: Sarcasm

Quiet children

[Lucy Steele] " . . . for my part, I love to see children full of life and spirits; I cannot bear them if they are tame and quiet."

"I confess," replied Elinor, "that while I am at Barton Park, I never think of tame and quiet children with any abhorrence."

Sense and Sensibility, volume 1, chapter 21

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Sir John

Benevolent, philanthropic man! It was painful to him even to keep a third cousin to himself.

Sense and Sensibility, volume 1, chapter 21

Of Sir John Middleton, and his desire to introduce the Miss Dashwoods to the Miss Steeles


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A Vile World

Lovely lunch with JASNA – DC this weekend — thanks to all who came.  It was an honor to be asked to speak.  Nothing Vile about it!

“We have used Anna as ill as we could, by not letting him [Jane’s nephew James-Edward, Anna’s half brother] leave us before tomorrow morning, but it is a Vile World, we are all for Self & I expected no better from any of us.”

Letter to her niece Caroline [all three were her brother James’s children — Anna from his first marriage, James-Edward and Caroline from his second]
January 23, 1817 [149]


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A necessity

“How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal?  How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal?”

Henry teasing Catherine the first time they meet in the Lower Rooms in Bath
Northanger Abbey, volume 1, chapter 3

I’m afraid that I am guilty as charged.

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Oh, that’s harsh…

“Mrs. Hall of Sherbourn was brought to bed yesterday of a dead child, some weeks before she expected, oweing to a fright.–I suppose she happened unawares to look at her husband.”

letter to Cassandra
October 27, 1798

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