Sunday, July 27, 2008

tipsy and reading jane austen at 3.30 am

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him - but she had been too dependent on time alone; no aid had been given in change of place or in any novelty or enlargement of society; - No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory.

sigh

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

awww... Stupid heartbreak. Stupid time not being enough...