Please do, and also know I will criticise you unrelentingly for mentioning a type of pot in the background that's 18 months too early to be in fashion.
Over the Hills and Far Away, but the lyrics are about all the actually interesting events going on offscreen while you're stuck watching the maids flirt for 400 pages instead.
What pisses me off about her novels is that there's a fucking war on in most of them.
Like how come guys get Master and Commander and Sharpe and I don't get a sexy, ruthless Jacobin spy seducing the British Nobility?
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Please do, and also know I will criticise you unrelentingly for mentioning a type of pot in the background that's 18 months too early to be in fashion.
Over the Hills and Far Away, but the lyrics are about all the actually interesting events going on offscreen while you're stuck watching the maids flirt for 400 pages instead.
There's 40 dances on the card
all drunk, or cads, or smell of lard,
while I forbear and wish to stray
o'er the hills and far away
O'er the hills and o'er the main
where dances call that aren't so plain
yet duty binds and so I stay
O'er the hills and far away.