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The idea
is absurd. Why wasn't I wise before the event? I might have
spared myself considerable worry.

A letter from my Aunt Jessica enclosing a card for a fancy dress
ball at the Empress Rooms. The preposterous lady!
"Do come. It is not right for a young man to lead the life of a
recluse of seventy. Here we are in the height of the London
season, and I am sure you haven't been into ten houses, when a
hundred of the very best are open to you--" I loathe the term
"best houses." The tinsel ineptitude of them! For entertainment
I really would sooner attend a mothers' meeting or listen to the
serious British Drama--Have I read so and so's novel? Am I going
to Mrs. Chose's dance? Do I ride in the Park? Do I know young
Thingummy of the Guards, who is going to marry Lady Betty
Something? What do I think of the Academy? As if one could have
any sentiment with regard to the Academy save regret at such
profusion of fresh paint! "You want shaking up," continued my
aunt. Silly woman! If there is a thing I should abhor it would
be to be shaken up.


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