In Jane Austen’s original work, Mr. Bennet bemoans his sad fate–the father to the silliest girls in Hertfordshire. Well, except for Lizzie. But I am not sure that is entirely fair. Obviously, there is no magic potion cure for Lydia’s stupidity(also, silly and stupid are not the same thing), but Mary and Kitty may not […]
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My dear mother, I can hardly write such words to you; however, upon this festive occasion, I shall honor your motherly graces with a few lines of prose duly praising your efforts in my growth and development.