What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.
Jane Austen in a letter to her sister Cassandra, September 1796. Or me, today, on the metro.
July 5, 2016
By Jesse Thorn
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.
Filed Under: Hot Weather, Jane Austen