We May All Deserve Hell,

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.

‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?

He Begged To Know To Which Of His Fair Cousins The Excellency Of Its Cookery Was Owing. Briefly Forgetting Her Manners, Mary Grabbed Her Fork And Leapt From Her Chair Onto The Table. Lydia, Who Was Seated Nearest Her, Grabbed Her Ankle Before She Could Dive At Mr. Collins And, Presumably, Stab Him About The Head And Neck For Such An Insult.

Your Quarrel Is With God. I Merely Wish To Offer Him The Opportunity To Judge You.

This Is A Most Unfortunate Affair, And Will Probably Be Much Talked Of. But We Must Stem The Tide Of Idle Chatter, And Pour Into Our Wounded Bosoms The Soothing Balm Of Vengeance.