20 May (1813): Jane Austen to Cassandra Austen
(I hope somebody cares for these minutiæ)
(I hope somebody cares for these minutiæ)
A: I apologize if this seems blunt, but what I must say is too important to dress up in flowery language.
B: Certainly—
A: —Give me a fucking website.
B: I—I…
A: It’s time.
I zapped into your life and I’m so glad I did. I’ll never really zap out. Put me there, friend, friend, forever…
The idea is, my dear, just mad enough to send me dotty…
One can do nothing in the long run to force or persuade a Jew-hater to like Jews or to cease generalizing (which is more to the point); but I feel no more like defending him through the law than I do like making laws to protect those who like to seduce little girls with candybars.
But alas, one grows up, one becomes complicated and unsure, one becomes interested in moral dilemmas, rather than who smacked who on the head. And at that point perhaps one should retire and leave the field to younger and more simple men…
I am divided between knowledge of my own inability and fear of what American artists (doubtless of admirable skill) might produce…
All of the Editors of Verse Magazine are panting to know who the author of this masterpiece is—but you are my friend and must not expose me. Editors are violent men…
Otherwise, of course, my family is humming & confused. & the kids, now suddenly ain’t got no old man! What kind of dumb shit is this now. I’m really a stupid shithead. This is one of the dumbest things I think I’ve ever done.
But wait until the poor people have to endure an empty belly and you’ll see a change. I think if I had any politics I’d be a socialist — it’s the only sensible thing to be (if you’re not a capitalist, and I’m not). But you think that’s “wild talk,” don’t you?