Status Updates From Evelina

“Why, what the D—l,” cried the Captain, “do you come to the play, without knowing what it is?” “O yes, Sir, yes, very frequently: I have no time to read playbills; one merely comes to meet one’s friends, and shew that one’s alive.” “Ha, ha, ha!—and so,” cried the Captain, “it costs you five shillings a night, just to shew that you’re alive!” — why does this sound like instagram