i know i wouldnt survive in an austen novel because someone would be britishly, discretely rude to me and i would be completely unable to restrain myself from calling them a cunt to their face
my detested rival: why, madam, you look so drawn and pale today! does the small size of your estate not give you enough freedom to take in the sun?
me: listen you waxy, lemon-faced bitch,,
Rich, eccentric, elderly widow Lady peering over at the conversation: That one. That one shall be my heir.
Diplomacy is for people who deserve it. Everyone else can catch these hands.
My rival sitting with perfect posture at the head of the table: My dear Miss, I have the highest opinion in the world of your excellent judgment in all matters within the scope of your understanding.
Me embodying a swamp opossum:


















