In my junior year of college, I took a Jane Austen seminar with about ten other women and one guy; the chaff (like, two hundred women and…one guy) having been swiftly winnowed out by the necessity of writing an introductory Austen essay to be judged on. And it was a great seminar, and I met my best friend in it because we had both just been dumped and could not write our final papers and got basically eternal extensions on them—I think they still have my diploma—because our professor had also suffered great heartbreak. So, when I think of "Pride and Prejudice," I think first of female friendship, now, and [...]
Somehow, in our rush to cover important Scientology-related books yesterday, we neglected to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the greatest song of our, or possibly any generation. Let us rectify the error for you. Also, here are the hundred reasons why John Darnielle believes in its enduring majesty.