We Are All Fools In Love.

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.

Dearest, Loveliest Elizabeth! What Do I Not Owe You! You Taught Me A Lesson, Hard Indeed At First, But Most Advantageous. By You, I Was Properly Humbled.

There Is Not The Least Wit In My Nature. I Am A Very Matter Of Fact, Plain Spoken Being, And May Blunder On The Borders Of A Repartee For Half An Hour Together Without Striking It Out.

Give Me But A Little Cheerful Company, Let Me Only Have The Company Of The People I Love, Let Me Only Be Where I Like And With Whom I Like, And The Devil May Take The Rest, Say I.

You Expect Me To Account For Opinions Which You Choose To Call Mine, But Which I Have Never Acknowledged.