I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Ah, But You're The Insidious Type--jane Eyre With Of Touch Of Becky Sharp. A Thoroughly Dangerous Girl.

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.