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getattachmentMiss Kirk,

 I am ashamed to admit my rather uncomely lack of correspondence.  I have no other possible reasons beyond the egregiously heavy load of homework and other rather pressing scholastic engagements.  I choose to use them in my defense and, like all familiar acquaintances, they will consent to the positions of blame I place them in because they have not the confidence to reject my opinions.  Such confidence is a direct outcome of either distance (which they have not) or (familiarity) which, pray my darling, I shall not grant. 

I fear, Miss Kirk, that since our last, rather enlightening, tete-a-tete (which I have not formally thanked you for as of yet.) I have come back into the friendship of a certain young man of previous acquaintance.  I stumbled upon him in a lovely new café, namely The Pennyroyal, when the golden gentleman began to woo me with feeling and eloquence (Oh save me.  I have not the arsenal to defend myself from either). 

We continued our conversation, without pause, through the Museum of Art and into the night.  Oh, dear Miss Kirk, how can a young lady, timid at times, full of fire the next, fight against a young man who is almost a constant flow of soothing word and emotion?  He almost overpowers my frame with kindness and gentleness.  I know not what to do, when fire meets ocean. 

Oh, the trials of courting “nice young men” who genuinely are so.  I have not game plan nor script which lend themselves to play upon this field.  The problem is beginning to manifest itself if a quiet sense of boredom within me which turns me from woman to cat.  I weave in and out, look and dart, speak and fall silent, love and hate like a thing untamed. 

I bewilder and challenge him.  If only I were doing so intentionally!  I reflect that I may be playing with him, cat-like, if only to experiment upon the freedom he promises (and to keep myself entertained).  Miss Kirk, there are certain activities which a young unmarried woman of twenty may not entertain with gentlemen of her acquaintance and so she must think and do elsewhere and otherwise.  Instead I fill my time with play and   empty dwellings on those qualities I dislike in the young man, in whom there is precious little to dislike.  This behavior must END, lest I allow my desire for freedoms overcome my desire for constancy of character.  Why must I push back on young men who only desire to give?  It is this very giving which conquers me most. And I detest being conquered.  It is unbecoming this season and would go dreadfully ill with my new handbag. 

Your frustrated,
Miss Wollstonecraft


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“Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony.”

My Darling Miss Kirk,

As covered during our browsing of the sparkly goods on High Street, I am not as yet engaged to enter into the bond of matrimonial bliss.  I am, however, positive that I have been persuaded by my feelings for young master Tilney that such an engagement will follow shortly. 

After we parted ways last night, I was visiting with the man himself and prodded (as much as I dared) into his plans and expectations for the matter.  Suffice it to say that I am fairly sure he planning some grandios event for the fourteenth of February–the day of all things romantic (*gags*).  He knows of my distaste for the holiday and of the mostly unpleasant memories I associate it and wishes to change that.  Thus I am resigned.  After all, I am hopelessly in love.

Enough on my current situation.  Have you made any noticeable progress with Mr. Rivenhall?  Or must we call upon our good friend Boris to, er, persuade him into action?  All it would take is a word from you.  Remember, Boris owes you. 🙂

This is a first for us both, my dear.  We shall perservere.  We shall conquer.  And we WILL get out boys on their knees before long!

Affectionately yours,

Miss Pevensie

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

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“Tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?!”

Sorry, my dear, I could not resist.  When you and I go shopping on the High Street today, we’ll do our best to help you resolve your indecision as to color and cut, among other aesthetic conundrums.  I shall call for you near Victoria’s this evening.  Adieu,

Yours conspiratorially,
Miss Kirk

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Oh my dearest girl,

I understand the shifting paradigm of marriage all too well these days!  I’ve spent the entirety of my life sworn against marriage and suddenly, without any warning, a gentleman comes along who seriously makes me change my mind.  How provoking of him!

I am at a crossroads, Mr. Rivenhall and I have begun discusses matrimony and it looks, my dear, as if I am shortly to ask you for your congratulations.  However I am utterly at a loss!  I’ve spent a lifetime actively not thinking about marriage and am I now suddenly to throw this blessed event together and make it a social success (to say nothing of economically sound and a wise choice as to my happiness)?  I’ve no idea what I’m doing!

Miss Lucas may have been a very prudent woman, but I entirely disagree with her assertion that "It is best to know as little as possible of the defects of one's partner."  Trouble!

Miss Lucas may have been a very prudent woman, but I entirely disagree with her assertion that "It is best to know as little as possible of the defects of one's partner." Trouble!

There are a hundred aspects to marriage that some ladies we both know did not consider prior to the nuptials, indeed I don’t believe a single rational question was discussed between, “Will you do me the honor &c…” until after the event, at which time various unpleasant revelations were made as to fortune, situation, and expectations of happiness.  Since I have the luck to be a woman of independent wealth and assured of Mr. Rivenhall’s affections I am not overly worried on these scores, we have been acquainted for such a time as to relieve my mind on these accounts. 

But we have now arrived at the point where he has told me he wishes to marry, hinted at speaking to my father, mentioned in a would-be causual tone that he has brought the subject up to his own family…but (maddeningly!) he has not once actually asked me to marry him.  I flatter myself I am supposed to be the person whose opinion on the subject should bear the most weight!  My family lives in Suffolk, the Orient, and Switzerland, as well as in this country, travel arrangements must be made and cannot be in a last minute fashion.  We must also combine our households, possessions, and expenses (a headache to consider if ever there was one).  In short there are things to be done, none of which can be accomplished in a hurried manner.  So why does he not ask ?

Men!  They think that just because they have decided something it happens without reference to planning or common sense.  The smartest men I know would be utterly incapacitated if the women in their lives took a leave of absence.

"Fanny, you have at last uncovered the true reason why I never chose a husband. I never found one worth giving up flirting for." - Miss Austen Regrets

"Fanny, you have at last uncovered the true reason why I never chose a husband. I never found one worth giving up flirting for." - Miss Austen Regrets

And now, darling, for the confessions.  I have seen the ring I want, begun looking at places where one could hold this circus, and (worst of all!) I have actually bought a dress.  Was there a more foolish thing I could have done?  I have become one of those women I despise!  But the truth is that I want to marry him, I have no idea how he talked me into it (he is rather sly in his own way, but if he were not I do not think I would admire him) but he has and now my hands are tied.  There is nothing else to be done until he actually asks.  And as much as one says, “I wish to marry you,” there remains a great gulf between that statment and the question, “Will you marry me?”

When he does ask, if I have not become too annoyed with him by that time, I shall say yes.  But in the meantime I am most vexed.  I have an awful suspicion that he may know it!

Yours disgusted with herself,
Miss Kirk

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There is a seven letter word that begins with the letter M and rhymes with carriage that I have avoided thinking about for many, many years.  When other girls were picking their colors, fantasizing over Mr. Right, and designing their invitations you could find me running in the exact opposite direction.
Dun Dun Dun Dun
Dun Dun Dun Dun

Don’t get me wrong.  Marriage is great, grand, wonderful, amazing, and (should be) very permanent.  I didn’t even want to think marriage until I knew who I was as an individual, could take care of myself, had (preferably) graduated from school, etc.  So I just kept putting it on the back burner.  Well, not even the back burner.  It was more like the idea was still in the freezer waiting for the day I would take it out and let it begin to thaw.

As a result, I tended to avoid really dating anyone.  Sure, I went on dates and ended up with more guy friends than girls for a while, but I made sure to push anyone away who had anything more on their mind.  The only trouble with this philosophy is that I’ve taken my independence, seen more of the world than most, and even got my degree.  I realized early last year that, other than the lack of a guy, I was running out of excuses.
The reason for the thought now?  Last night, my significant other of the past 6 months proceeded to measure the ring finger on my left hand.  I am excited, happy, and totally in love with the kid.  I’m just still shifting all of my paradigms.
Yours Ponderingly,
Miss Pevensie

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife. Furthermore, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman in possession of any fortune must spend said fortune on obtaining a husband in possession of a larger fortune. In this post-modern era, a woman’s career extends far beyond the sphere of domestic tranquility. As a result, she must invest her earnings into presenting her domestic graces, as to attract large fortunes and the men who come with them. Yes, if a fish is going to bite, the bait must be attractive. After a man becomes hooked, a woman may slowly introduce her many other talents, which extend farther than most men can even imagine. This delicate, requisite process prevents a man from initially becoming overwhelmed by the accomplished post-modern woman. During this method of courtship, if a man begins to even hint anything less than utmost support of a woman developing all of her talents, the man is relinquished to a fate of beheading (or at least banishment from court). It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an accomplished woman may have to repeat this process a number of times before obtaining her soul mate. But when it finally happens, her talents and accomplishments are free to blossom and develop even farther than she could have imagined.

Yours philosophically,
Miss Post

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"Shops must be visited, money must be spent!  Do you think you can bear it?"  "Very easily, sir."  Truest words from Northanger Abbey and the BBC.

"Shops must be visited, money must be spent! Do you think you can bear it?" "Very easily, sir." Truest words from Northanger Abbey and the BBC.

My darlings,

I’ve just spent a frightful amount of money, all for the cause of fabulousness, of course, but under no means am I permitted to spend more this month.  I’m sure we’ve all done it before, goodness knows I have, but the shock never gets any easier.  No matter how I beg, threaten or plead, please save me from myself and do not let me sink even further into this pit.  Miss Post was on hand to support me in my hour of need, but here all kindness must end, be ruthless I beg you! 

Other than that, has anyone any plans for this holiday?  Miss Post does have an amiable encounter this evening I know, but the rest of you must share!

Unrepentantly if poorly yours,
Miss Kirk

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