Status Updates From Letters From Constance

She touches my heart, she is so meek and demure, like Fanny in Mansfield Park. But there won't be any Edmund for her in this age, will there? Not that I would really wish Edmund on any girl ...

Imagine me as I set out for the post office, burden clasped to thin breast, anxious face shadow-blotched in moonlight, a gaunt, scurrying creature cast upon the uncaring streets, no unlike one of the most ill-used of Dickens' heroines ...