Oh no, made myself teary while waiting for my coffee because I thought about how at the end of Perusasion, Jane Austen offers Anne and Wentworth a chance to attain happiness but it is a different sort of happiness than they would have had because they are different now.
And like, what is ultimately so moving about the novel is that the characters had already accepted the irrevocable nature of Anne’s decision to turn him down, and they never expected a chance to do it over, but Jane offers it to them and it’s so beautiful. 




But like the happiness Jane offers them contains within it the loss of that other happiness, the foreclosed chance of it and like, I am on the floor.

Sometimes I be minding my own business and then get weepy about Jane Austen’s novels. I can’t help it. 



