Ja, kära kära nån. Jag är helt fast i "Pride and prejudice"-träsket:

Oh, my dearest Mr. Darcy, how are you doing at Netherfield? Will there be a ball soon? My sisters are longing so, and these little mischievous darlings are certainly not to be trifled with!

Well (*in confidence*), what do you have to say about it? Will we be seeing you soon, for an autum ball? Well, I know that winter has almost come and gone by now, but as I see it, Mr. Darcy, you know, the year always seems to be "running" to the darkest part of the autumn so quickly, ahahahaha, oh my, yes!

Oh, dear me, how very vexating it is for us to be covered in snow up to our skirt! I dare say, that if you will NOT fetch me the horse and carriage, I will paint your entire face blue, and tell every general in the -shire that you are coming down with military fever! I swear it, upon the mercy of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, I swear it! I am NOT to be trifled with, and neither is she!

Hur kan man inte älska detta sätt att skriva, författa, leva, vara, bliva, ära?! Jag blir alldeles, alldeles varm inuti, när jag läser om Jane och Mr.Bingley, Elisabeth och Mr.Darcy, and the love, Love LOVE! Det är sååå perfekt, sååå underbart! Jag blir grön av avund, och bara känner hur jag ÖNSKAR att jag hade levt då - på den gamla goda tiden, då nästan ALLT var tabu! Jag hade passat in sååå! :)