Status Updates From The Small House at Allington

Trollope is really the king of the subplot. Better than Eliot or Dickens. By far.

He -IS- a coward and a scoundrel.

I can’t believe I don’t remember anything about this absolute asshole, Adolphus Crosbie. What an awful jerk.

I don’t remember any of this.

“Hobbledehoy” is the Victorian version of “on the spectrum.”

2026 reread: Almost zero recollection of this story.

It was thus that he thought of himself as he sat moping over his solitary table in the hotel coffee-room. He acknowledged to himself that he had not hitherto been a man; but at the same time he made some revolution which, I trust, may assist him in commencing his manhood from this date.

'I shall never win her, Lady Julia.' As he spoke these last words, the tears were running down his cheeks, and he was weeping openly in the presence of his companion. It was well for him that she had come upon him in his sorrow. When he once knew that she had seen his tears, he could pour out to her the whole story of his grief; (...)