…in a civilized sort of way.
Readers, today I find myself in need of a good insult. To use, not to receive. And not to use out loud, of course—moi? More like to bandy about in my head as I alternately fume in my car and worry about an impending (though mercifully brief) conflict with a difficult person. In this situation, I suspect two things: first, that Jane has provided us all with a wealth of subtly cutting remarks sprinkled throughout her canon, and second, that you folks are imminently qualified to point them all out to me.
So, Austenites (can I call you Austenaciousites?), tell me: what’s your favorite Jane-ian insult, and who delivers it?
Let’s hear it, you lily-livered bits of leftover scone!
(See? This is why I need your help.)
