Summary
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly 21 years in the world, with very little to distress or vex her. Except for the first time we meet her, when she drives Charles from the station to Brideshead and he catches, 'a thin bat's squeak of sexuality, inaudible to any but me', as he lights a cigarette for her and puts it in her mouth, she is, poor girl, dead as mutton.
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Getting Into Character
Kindly publishers sometimes seek to soften the blow of rejection by offering reasons for saying 'no thanks'. One, for example, turned down a novel of mine because she 'felt the lack of any character with whom the reader could identi...
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