At this point I feel like I could easily write a computer program to write a passable Austen novel. Sure, she’s droll and she invented an entire genre; she made social commentary where social commentary was otherwise essentially impossible for someone of her gender and station.
All good. All well-written. All in all an easy and quick read. The good guy generally wins. The good girl always does. The good girl then serves to deliver slightly heavy-handed moral allegory. Not that the morals are in any way not those that we should strive for–it’s just a bit of a pretty picture.
I like stuff that smells good, effectively to a fault. I routinely mix up cocktails of essential oils and in ceramic vessels and then set them alight. My library often smells like a forest or a savanna or a citrus grove. We own our own copper alembic still and distill our own smells, with varying degrees of success.
Keep your eyes out for fragrance-related posts, soon.
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Book Review: “Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World” by Jack Weatherford
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My Ongoing Narrow-Rule Obsession
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Today’s the day (stab stab stab)
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Photos: Your Vote! Best photo of my goddaughter
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Book Review: “King, Queen, Knave” by Vladimir Nabokov
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