For What Do We Live, but to Make Sport For Our Neighbours and Laugh at Them in Our Turn?
by Charlotte Reads Classics
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
Austen should be read in the winter, on dark evenings with warm lights on. Sitting in an armchair, with the glow from the lamp not so different from the light of a candle.
Good books and good conversation: It turns out we are quite Georgian in our evening occupations.