A Beastly Kind of Earl (Longhope Abbey, #1)

by Mia Vincy

“Impossible,” Thea said. “If it is a cat, then it doubtless believes it has an excellent sense of humor and it’s the humans that cannot take a joke.”

Indeed, an earl would make quite a useful pet, but all things considered, she’d rather have a cat.

“I do not need to be an expert to share my expertise.” “Fair point. Ignorance has never stopped anyone from talking knowledgeably about a subject.”

“On the contrary, my lord. I’m always thrilled when a man wants to tell me all the important things he knows.” His brows hitched a fraction. “I suppose now you will tell me what the word means and where the plant comes from, and if I’m very lucky, you’ll explain at length how you know more about it than anyone else.”

Explaining mansplaining to a cis-man

“Allow me to confirm that I have understood correctly,” she said, her puzzlement overriding her nerves. “Here is this gorgeous, magnificent flower, and some man—who for unknown reasons is put in charge of naming it—he looks at this gorgeous, magnificent flower and he says, ‘By George, that looks like my bollocks.’ And then he says, ‘You know what the world needs now? The world needs more things named after my bollocks.’ So he names this gorgeous, magnificent flower after his bollocks, and all the other men look at it and say, ‘How excellent, it is named after our bollocks.’”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I died

arrogant and ignorant being the worst possible combination in a human.

“Are you saying you do not find me interesting?” “Not nearly as interesting as you find yourself.”

“Though love is not less real for remaining unspoken.

if the world could stop admiring itself long enough to listen.”