In Sense and Sensibility, as even you might agree, there's at least the danger of a rather pi moral framework clamping down on the spontaneous fun and leaving the sisters to survive - a bit drearily - on the periphery of a mean world.
“Sorry, man, I got a little carried away for a second there,” Big apologized, “these women sure can freak” Big continued, “I'm going to get into a little something, something, myself, when we finish our business here,” he said, not taking his eyes off the involved women.
This is what I want: I want to lie on the razory brain-shaped rocks of Baja.
[…]when the young Ladies laughed at her for it, ſhe replied that it was not his perſon that ſhe did embrace and reverence, but the divine beauty of his Soule.
