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Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

Her Form, Though Not So Correct As Her Sister's, In Having The Advantage Of Height, Was More Striking; And Her Face Was So Lovely, That When In The Common Cant Of Praise She Was Called A Beautiful Girl, Truth Was Less Violently Outraged Than Usually Happens.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?

People That Marry Can Never Part, But Must Go And Keep House Together. People That Dance Only Stand Opposite Each Other In A Long Room For Half An Hour.

I Am Not Born To Sit Still And Do Nothing. If I Lose The Game, It Shall Not Be From Not Striving For It.