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Who knew Jane Austen's Regency England was so beset by monsters? I certainly didn't, but thanks to Norilana Books we can now read all about it. Vera Nazarian has dusted off Mansfield Park to find the hidden, sinister—and did I mention hilarious?—facts.

A superior mash-up, to be sure.


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Delicate

Nov. 17th, 2009 09:07 am
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Random quote of the day:


"Young ladies are delicate plants. They should take care of their health and their complexion."

—Mr. Woodhouse, Emma (Jane Austen)







Illustrated version. )


Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.
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Random quote of the day:


"I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal."

—Jane Austen, letter to her sister, Cassandra Austen, December 24, 1798




(Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] hominysnark.)


If you'd like to read a collection of Jane Austen's letters, the Brabourne edition can be found here.



Illustrated version. )




Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.
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Random quote of the day:


"I must keep to my own style and go on in my own way; and though I may never succeed again in that, I am convinced that I should totally fail in any other."

—Jane Austen, letter to James Stanier Clarke, April 1816




Illustrated version. )


Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.
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The quotes of the day have been building up like, I suppose one could say, gas trapped in a confined space, and I fear that if they are not expressed in some way...my head might well explode.

Quote(s) of the day:

"Consider the last of everything and then thou wilt depart from the dream of it."

—The Koran


"The edge is what I have."

—Theodore Roethke


"What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance."

—Jane Austen


Something for the Arthurian junkies: (Who? Me?)

If you haven't already, check out [livejournal.com profile] history_spork's take on the Arthurian stinker, First Knight right over here.
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I had a flu-like thing happening this weekend--body aches and general knockedoutedness. And the worst headache! That didn't depart until yesterday. As a consequence, I didn't get hardly nuthin' done.

I did, however, watch the latest Pride and Prejudice. Having heard from folks that it wasn't necessarily a faithful adaptation, I decided to lay all expectations aside and take it for what it was. On that basis, I enjoyed it enormously.

Yes, it had more in common with Brahms and Byron than the end of the Classical period that Austen wrote in. This was not a purist's delight, I'm sure. But taken on its own terms I thought it had a great deal of charm. Keira Knightley really held her own, and the Byronic Mr. Darcy was quite nice.

At one point they were having a yelling match and I thought, "Wow. This really isn't Jane Austen." And it isn't. But still fun, in it's own way.


Quote of the day:

"We are always making God our accomplice, that so we may legalize our own iniquities."

—Henry-Frederic Amiel


Other quote of the day:

"Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are."

—Georgia O'Keeffe


Interesting sight of the day:

The other day the wild finches and sparrows fluttered to and fro in the front yard, up on the trellis covered in scarlet bougainvillea, around the bird feeders nearby. The sun had sunk low in the sky, just above the rooftops of the houses across the street, backlighting everything on our side of the street. Whenever the finches spread their wings the light shone through, making them look like silver and gold gossamer, angels' wings. I stood and watched by the kitchen window, transfixed, at these light-winged beauties until the sun finally slipped beneath the houses.

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