Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
I plan to send my liver somewhere in France, to protest foie gras (liver pate). . . I plan to have handbags made from my skin. . . and an umbrella stand made from my seat.