God, damn, bugger, bollocks, hell.
Despite the apparent Austen-ness of my name I am not easily, nor happily, reconciled with the spinsterish celibate character with which I have been cast.
So dearest Authour of this Divine Comedy, whom-so-ever you may be, could you please try a little less Bronte, and a little more Beardsley as you sketch out the plot for 2006?
(I confess I almost mistook your much hyped 2005 release as an additional chapter of Pilgrim's Progress and have already banished it to the charity bin.)
If you do not heed my plaintive cry I fear I may lapse into tubercular-Kafkaist despair...
Despite the apparent Austen-ness of my name I am not easily, nor happily, reconciled with the spinsterish celibate character with which I have been cast.
So dearest Authour of this Divine Comedy, whom-so-ever you may be, could you please try a little less Bronte, and a little more Beardsley as you sketch out the plot for 2006?
(I confess I almost mistook your much hyped 2005 release as an additional chapter of Pilgrim's Progress and have already banished it to the charity bin.)
If you do not heed my plaintive cry I fear I may lapse into tubercular-Kafkaist despair...
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No Bronte. I won't bloody have it, unless it's bastardized in Kate Bush form. 2005 was a little Norman Mailer cum Henry Miller for me - this year I'm trying for Stella Gibbons, or at least something vaguely wholesome. Like Graham Greene. Er.