fandom in the 1700s was you and your squad of ladies who got together weekly and did embroidery and talked about books you read. imagine the ship wars between lizzie/wickham and lizzie/darcy before everyone got up to the bit in the book where you find out what he did. id throw my knitting needles at my girl margery for suggesting lickham was endgame when CLEARLY its larcy all the way!! clearly!! imagine the bloodshed. the drama. when you get to the end of the book and you all make margery stand up and apologise to the group for having such awful opinions… smh
“But, my dearest Catherine, what have you been doing with yourself all this morning? Have you gone on with Udolpho?”
“Yes, I have been reading it ever since I woke; and I am got to the black
veil.”“Are you, indeed? How delightful! Oh! I would not tell you what is behind the black veil for the world! Are not you wild to know?”
“Oh! Yes, quite; what can it be? But do not tell me—I would not be told upon any account. I know it must be a skeleton, I am sure it is Laurentina’s skeleton. Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it. I assure you, if it had not been to meet you, I would not have come away from it for all the world.”
“Dear creature! How much I am obliged to you; and when you have finished
Udolpho, we will read the Italian together; and I have made out a list of ten or twelve more of the same kind for you.”
-Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey