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Lol me when I never learn

Being in this girl’s head is Exhausting and I kind of hoped she would get better at confrontation by now

Honestly rude that Jane refuses to tell us exactly how long Edward walked around outside before getting the courage to come back in and propose, and how specifically that went down. It DOES need to be particularly told!!

No adaptation that I’ve seen so far has been brave enough to portray Edward sitting with the Dashwoods in silence (while Elinor is crying tears of joy behind the door) for several minutes and then leaving without a word to go on a short walk outside before finally coming back to propose to Elinor. 2026 Sense and Sensibility please don’t let me down

“A woman of seven and twenty,” said Marianne, after pausing a moment, “can never hope to feel or inspire affection again, and if her home be uncomfortable, or her fortune small, I can suppose that she might bring herself to submit to the offices of a nurse for the sake of the provision and security of a wife. …In my eyes it would be no marriage at all, but that would be nothing.”

Honestly yeah

I can’t believe Alexandre Dumas invented the word FRAUGHT

Crying for Mercedes

Chapter XLVI “Unlimited Credit” is soooo iconic. Even if Edmond only escaped from prison to buy Danglars’ horses from him, show up at Danglars’ house, soundly but politely rebuff Danglars’ weird rudeness, flash 1 million francs that he “always carries in his portfolio or wallet,” subtly criticize Danglars’ (counterfeit) art, and be privy to Danglars’ wife’s affair… that’s enough baby

The frequent mentions of H.H. Holmes’ blue blue eyes is making me feel like the author knew personally of my fear of men with this trait

Imagine getting kidnapped and imprisoned in catacombs and you take a nap while you’re down there waiting for ransom/death, and then immediately after being freed you go to the party you almost missed because you got kidnapped and are just like “sorry I’m late my friends can tell you it wasn’t my fault.” That’s Albert

“I wish to search out that single sound which is in itself so strong that it can confront silence. It is then that my own personal insignificance will cease to trouble me.”

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love.
…We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. … Vice always has a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”

I’d do anything for Liza Hamilton

Also they got me feeling a TINY bit of sympathy for Cathy… like at the end of the day she was married to a guy who treated her like a talisman more than a human. But she still scares me

This book is like a reality TV show to me so far. The Real Farm Boys of Massachusetts. Why are they all so messyyyy also someone please incarcerate Cathy 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I will not lie Cathy scares me so bad

I feel like it’s very telling that when the creature dips Frankenstein is not concerned at all about where he went he’s just so relieved to not have to deal with the creature anymore #deadbeatdad

Disturbing preference in his parents for blond blue eyed children and disturbing for him to be like “and I took that literally” when they describe a human girl/adopted sister as a present to him

Imagine receiving the most beautiful and hopes-fulfilling letter of your life and then you have to be normal around your in-laws after that. I would simply combust

The fraughtness is unmatched in this book

Also despite the 125 pages I’m not really that far in; I skipped the introduction and biographical note

Something in my soul said it was time to get this one back out and read a chapter before bed

Imagine writing a letter home about how much you hate Richard Strauss but then when you call him ignorant you misspell it as “ingorant [sic]” Oh the irony

Best part of the book has to be when mid-paragraph suddenly Jane’s narration goes off about how poetry “these days” is nowhere near as good as it used to be. HOWEVER, “I know poetry is not dead, nor genius lost; nor has Mammon gained power over either, to bind or slay: they will both assert their existence, their presence, their liberty and strength again one day.” Lol

Not to make this about me, but when is someone going to disguise themselves as an old fortune teller woman just to see if they can figure out if I like them back

Jane is so iconic… has a little hope that her crush is returned, then finds out there’s another girl her crush might be interested in, then berates herself for being so silly, then MAKES A PORTRAIT OF HERSELF AND A PORTRAIT OF THIS OTHER GIRL (who she has never seen) TO COMPARE AND REMIND HERSELF THAT IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN, then congratulates herself on how effective at curbing her feelings this exercise is

Jane and Rochester sit down to have a real conversation for the first time and then just proceed to insult each other on like 30 different counts. Romance

The chapter on Shostakovich and Prokofiev in Stalinist Russia was deeply moving

I’m not gonna lie this book is actually so sad

“We’ll go with you,” Brother said.
Jig shook his head. “No, honey. You might drown. It’s awful easy to drown in this river.”
“We can swim,” Brother said. “We won’t drown.”
“Listen,” Jig said. “If the Lord’s planning for one of you all to drown, that’s His business. But He don’t want me to get messed up in it.”

Lol

“‘Every day I have seen the cranes. Flying south in full cry with their music. Have been yet again their most assiduous pupil. Their cries echo throughout my being.’ When, on the third-to-last day of his life, the cranes duly appeared, [Sibelius] told his wife, ‘Here they come, the birds of my youth!’ One of them broke from the flock, circled the house, cried out, and flew away.”