Today, in my Jane Austen lit class, I compared Emma Woodhouse to Homer Simpson. They are both terrible people, but oddly lovable because they are just so earnestly, accidentally terrible.
EMMA: Won't one of you gents marry Harriet? I will throw in a barouche.
I don't think my professor wrote-her-dissertation-on-George-Eliot ladypants appreciated it much.
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