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I must confess that Mr. B is felt to be as welcome here in England as a skunk is at a garden party. Seeing your distress, we only lamented that we could not do more for you, and that the investigative reporting of our Guardian, and the wonderful Mr. G. Palast, was the limit of our offering. Good Mr. P! I hope he will get the better of this Mr. B, and then I would recommend to you that you scatter his words to every corner of your own "free" press. Such dereliction of duty as I have ever had the displeasure of witnessing! Scandal and gossip, they will report. I daresay you would be better served could they but focus for one tiny little instant on substance!
In our own press here in Great Britain, I saw your protesters along the "inaugural" parade route, and they looked so pretty. It was quite a pleasure to see them, young and old, of every imaginable complexion, and so blooming, and so righteous, as if they had never had a wicked thought in their lives (which yet one has some reason to suppose they must have had, if we believe the doctrine of original sin). I hope they will continue in their good and urgently necessary dissent. They are generally thought to be very patriotic, in the best sense. I think them rather excellent examples of humanity; I admire them greatly.
Your objection to the selection delighted me exceedingly. (Pretty well, for a lady irrecoverably attached to freedom!)
Sweet America, be not bewitched by false claims of a "mandate". Believe no vile things of yourself, spread no such malicious slander upon your majority, within the precincts of your imagination. Do not speak ill of your honorable liberal leaders for the gratification of mere fancy.
Yours is sense which deserves more honourable treatment. I am not unmoved by your plight. I well know how shocked your sensibilities have been by all that has transpired; by all you have endured. But I beseech you to remember, above all, this:
You did not choose Mr. B.
You never chose Mr. B.
Of that, I beg you, be justly proud.
Reserve your prejudice for the deserving, for your Mr. Shrub.
[Wednesday. -- I had no idea when I began this yesterday of sending it before your aviators were homeward bound (I was aware of your concern for them, and I am vastly contented that they shall be returning apace), but I have written away my foolish thoughts at such a rate that I will not keep them many hours longer to stare me in the face.]
Yours very affectionately,
J. AUSTEN.
Post Script: Much obliged for the films of my novels, which I am grown to think pretty enough, though of course they are very inferior to the stage plays of my own day. (When did so many young ladies of consequence ever look so famished?)
In memory of
JANE AUSTEN,
(1775-1817)
The benevolence of her heart,
the sweetness of her temper, and
the extraordinary endowments of her mind
obtained the regard of all who knew her, and
the warmest love of her intimate connections.
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