And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.