Offending the Sensibilities

I think I said something wrong. Is it really so heretical to say that I think one author of similar repute is better than another? I think not. Especially since some people I know who are perfectly intelligent and coherent think that one of the above authors is crap. That's a technical term, by the way. Yes, I believe Austen was marvelous, is marvelous. I also believe that no other book I ever read will top the beauty and passion and courage of Gaskell's final novel. And although she never finished it and the scene I am preparing to refer to was created by the writers at the BBC, no completed scene in an Austen novel, that final culmination of love between the lead male and female roles, has moved me as much as that of Roger and Molly, standing in the rain at the post, not moving to each other, unable to in the face of scarlet fever. I know, it sounds terribly dramatic and somewhat silly, but to me it was on par with the letter from Persuasion. And I thought nothing would ever compare to that letter. For me, Gaskell's Wives and Daughters was one giant letter. The feelings it evoked in me were perfect. So perfect, I wanted to die when I discovered she was never given the chance to finish it. Still, I think that the non ending is what makes it so overwhelming. So unfortunately (or is it fortunate?) we will never know exactly what she planned. We can guess, but I leave things up to the BBC. They did an excellent job for her, I think. ^_^

And that is my rant for the day. I love Austen just as much still. So read her. And then read Gaskell.

The Cameron and Dave Show- wtf, mate.

"I think the keys to a successful relationship are spontaneity and self-centeredness."

How is that, again?