OK. For ALL of you, who know me since 1998, during my very tender, toddler days, you definitely know that I am a big fan of Jane Austen. For ALL of you WHO don't know her, she is an 18th/19th century writer who wrote 5 novels about English people living in the country side. The custom, the culture, the civil etiquette society of a quaint English country life was introduced to me, in my very venerable virgin days. She wrote eclectic, romantic, comedic and above of all highly intelligent novels. For a decade I was obsessed with this daughter of a reverend,(higher aristocracy people will call her a daughter of a nobody), I read everything about her. I even read about her cousin who was an inspiration to all her heroines in the five published works. Jane's cousin, was born in India, grew up in France, and later went back to England to corrupt and also, evidently inspire Miss Austen. Miss Austen never married, which is ironic because -all her heroines ended up having a very profitable marriage at the conclusion of her novels. Now, here Is a flash news of my venting: Announcement: Sadly, I grew up. I find myself guilty, and my loyalist disposition towards her, diminish as time went by. (or as I grew older). Diminishing turned into, complete and utter neglect and indifference.(0n some days, borderline insulting, which years before, I would think it sacra-disrespective) Jane introduced me to English gentile story lines which were fascinating and an escape away from my Somali life of chaotic reality.(as opposed to this rich, English cultural order of hierarchy and sublime measured oligarchy circle) I was mesmerized by this woman who had no college education, but wrote so well about the society she knew or grew up in.(I guess, when push comes to shove, I still have a respect for her, for achieving her published work, even though her material were of a lower level class. I can accord her with great literary accomplishment I suppose.) In her novels, there were glimpses of aristocracy here and there, but never really substantial in deep lens. I guess she was writing about her exposure and reality, and I wished she had went deep into higher aristocracy. But how can I wish if I did know better? To a child of wide eyed, bright sparkling dark eyes with a tinge of green in a distant, I was naïve and inlove with her.There were ladies and Barons--which to me, was impressive, and to her no doubt-orgasmic to write about but it was never enough. For the last couple of years, I have discovered wonderful historical books about real high English Aristocracy. Beginning with the movie--the Duchess of Devonshire, a name no doubt orgasmic in its melodic tune, turned me on to a curiousity not yet fulfilled. Since the movie came out couple of years ago, I find myself deep into 32 books of letters and historical biographies of various character in the high echelon of crème de crème rich English Aristocracy. After completing the entire reading and such magical knowledge-- I find myself divorcing my dearest Jane Austen slowly but surely.
Am I ungrateful? Suddenly, JA, is NOT so grand and affectionate in my mind. Book by book , I find myself inlove with Duchess D, her sister Countess Duncannon, Dowager Lady Spencer, Lady Melbourne, Lady Holland, Horace Walpole-Earl of Oriad. duke of Richmond, the Lord and Lady Lennox drama, Lord Castleleagh, Prime minister Pitt, Duke Wellington, ---Suddenly--poor Miss Nobody Jane Austen--daughter of an obscure reverend who at 14 I loved her so much, I cared NOT one pence for now. Suddenly, in comparison, she becomes a mere servant, not that great author I once felt a veracious affinity for, the one I thought high in the mighty sky of your ladyship. What she wrote about- becomes tedious and very narrow minded. Very virginal and not worldly. Have I outgrown my dearest first LOVE OF English life? Am I going through a mourning phase of some lost? Am "I"a traitor? 
Thug, I didn't know u knew ALL those Jane Austen's characters. Oh gosh-- why r u so 'hot' suddenly? 
Austen hated Bath. But I am still impressed darling. 
They showed us his death certificate, signed in blood by parliamentarians and the blood looked so inky, lol.