"Hope was over, entirely over"—an uncharacteristically melodramatic outburst from this most astringent of authors; but it's in relation to Jane Bennet, so she has to use stronger verbiage than usual to convince us that Jane's still waters really do run deep. Some of us remain not entirely convinced that her desolation is as bad it as all that. Anything might snap her out of it. A hobby—say, butterfly collecting. If she could bear to put the pins in.
Anyway, the prompt for this...
Published on January 29, 2010 09:01