Due to the delayed flight, I am once again ensconced on the porch of Merrie Haskell’s lake house and working on revisions to Glamour in Glass. While I am thus engaged, allow me to present to you Emma Thompson’s speech at the Golden Globes when she pretended to be Jane Austen.
Lovely, but Miss Austen would have paid considerably more attention to the stability of her coiffure before so important an event.
So true. It’s really quite shocking.
One can only speculate upon the deficiencies in the dear lady’s education.
Pray tell, why is this Emma, apparently in mourning, at a fete, frolicking with actors?
{But I do love Miss Thompson, even so}
I had that self-same thought. Really, it is no wonder that Miss Austen had no wish to meet her after such a lack of propriety.