Jane Austen
Jane Austen
Jane Austenwas an English novelist known primarily for her six major novels which interpret, critique and comment upon the life of the British landed gentry at the end of the 18th century. Her most highly praised novel during her lifetime was Pride and Prejudice, her second published novel. Austen's plots often explore the dependence of women on marriage in the pursuit of favorable social standing and economic security...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 December 1775
CitySteventon, England
In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.
Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.
Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.
If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.
I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.
He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.
Drinking too much of Mr Weston's good wine.
. . . provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all.
Everything united in her; good understanding, correct opinions, knowledge of the world and a warm heart
What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other