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Chapter five of Northanger Abbey turning into a mini essay about how fucking LAME it is to patronise people who read novels.
Jane’s a girls girl <3
reading mansfield park for the first time and all i can say is that you have all been cruel to fanny price for far too long and i now say enough!
Reading Jane Austen and thinking, 'woah. Fresh breath, the way she writes romance. Love as not just an emotion, but a choice. Kindness being the most precious qualities.' And then realizing her stories are centuries old.
Her works were way ahead of her time. They understood what most people still fail to grasp these days. Just. Timeless.
The most entertaining part of old literature is the amount of books that are just (often not particularly positive) responses to other books
Susan Sontag’s annotations in her copy of Finnegans Wake.
JANE EYRE — Chapter XIV & XXXVII
She’s iconic, period.
When Emily Brontë said, "You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”. And when Sheridan Le Fanu said, "You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such thing as indifference in my apathetic nature.”
The lunatic, the lover and the poet / are of imagination all compact.
- A midsummer night's dream, Shakespeare, Act V, scene I, lines 7-8.