One Man's Style Must Not Be The

Fine Dancing, I Believe Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward. Those Who Are Standing By Are Usually Thinking Of Something Very Different.

Brandon Is Just The Kind Of Man Whom Every Body Speaks Well Of, And Nobody Cares About; Whom All Are Delighted To See, And Nobody Remembers To Talk To.

Lovely & Too Charming Fair One, Notwithstanding Your Forbidding Squint, Your Greazy Tresses & Your Swelling Back, Which Are More Frightful Than Imagination Can Paint Or Pen Describe, I Cannot Refrain From Expressing My Raptures, At The Engaging Qualities Of Your Mind, Which So Amply Atone For The Horror, With Which Your First Appearance Must Ever Inspire The Unwary Visitor.

The Evil Of The Actual Disparity In Their Ages (and Mr. Woodhouse Had Not Married Early) Was Much Increased By His Constitution And Habits; For Having Been A Valetudinarian All His Life, Without Activity Of Mind Or Body, He Was A Much Older Man In Ways Than In Years; And Though Everywhere Beloved For The Friendliness Of His Heart And His Amiable Temper, His Talents Could Not Have Recommended Him At Any Time.

Nobody Minds Having What Is Too Good For Them.