We Do Not Suffer By Accident.

You Showed Me How Insufficient Were All My Pretensions To Please A Woman Worthy Of Being Pleased.

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

Always Resignation And Acceptance. Always Prudence And Honour And Duty. Elinor, Where Is Your Heart?

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

How Can You Contrive To Write So Even?