Elizabeth Lifted Her Skirt, Disregarding Modesty, And

My Sisters And I Cannot Spend Any Substantial Time Searching For Wickham, As We Are Each Commanded By His Majesty To Defend Hertfordshire From All Enemies Until Such Time As We Are Dead, Rendered Lame, Or Married.

On The Contrary, There Is Something Pleasing About His Mouth When He Speaks. And There Is Something Of Dignity In The Way His Trousers Cling To Those Most English Parts Of Him.

Elizabeth Lifted Her Skirt, Disregarding Modesty, And Delivered A Swift Kick To The Creature's Head.

Pride And Prejudice' - Perhaps More Than Any Other Jane Austen Book - Is Engrained In Our Literary Consciousness.

My Men Have Suffered Greatly (from Boredom), Much Blood Has Been Shed (by Mosquitoes), And I Have Swung My Ax Mightily (chopping Firewood). Surely We Have Earned Our Place In The Annals Of History—for Never Has There Been So Little War In A War.