My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express themโโby which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.
Jane AustenThere could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.
Jane Austen