For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?
Jane AustenMr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.
Jane AustenIt is indolence... Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish; read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine.
Jane AustenShe was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
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