According to one calculator, £10 in 1802 prices would be about £1250 today, which would still be a fairish advance on a novel, and more than most self-published authors ever make from one book.
A small quibble, at one point you have 'Mr Knightley in Northanger Abbey has all the jargon at his fingertips.' Knightley is in Emma, not NA—I'm guessing you mean Henry Tinley.
“To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ancles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by it? It seems to me to shew an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.” Caroline Bingley
Quite so. While Mr Darcy ignores the muddy hem and just notices Lizzie's sparkly eyes. But Emma criticises Mr Knightley along the same lines if more elegantly expressed.
‘I shall like it,’ she cried, ‘beyond anything in the world.’ ". That's very good advice for all of us.. we all should like those walks more than anything in the world, at least while we're about them. And no country in the world outside England is more experienced, has a longer tradition or more support for hill walking.
Delicious. But Tom Jones - oy! Work of genius (Know it's tongue-in-cheek.) I do like William Gulpin, though - he made it so easy for the aspiring aesthete: three cows are better than two cows, two cows, one sheep even better (or words to that effect.
Didn't know about Petrarch shinning up Mount Ventoux (which always makes me think of lavender honey ("from the slopes of"). Such fun.
You're right of course, and I too have read Tom Jones entirely without pay or compulsion - even if Joseph Andrews was an A Level set book. T Shandy as well. But it is Austen who put the roller skates under it all.
Great stuff—of course.
According to one calculator, £10 in 1802 prices would be about £1250 today, which would still be a fairish advance on a novel, and more than most self-published authors ever make from one book.
A small quibble, at one point you have 'Mr Knightley in Northanger Abbey has all the jargon at his fingertips.' Knightley is in Emma, not NA—I'm guessing you mean Henry Tinley.
Thanks, Tilney of course. According to Jane herself, £500 a year would be a bare bones existence for a gentleman with family. So £10 wouldn't go far.
“To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ancles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by it? It seems to me to shew an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.” Caroline Bingley
Quite so. While Mr Darcy ignores the muddy hem and just notices Lizzie's sparkly eyes. But Emma criticises Mr Knightley along the same lines if more elegantly expressed.
‘I shall like it,’ she cried, ‘beyond anything in the world.’ ". That's very good advice for all of us.. we all should like those walks more than anything in the world, at least while we're about them. And no country in the world outside England is more experienced, has a longer tradition or more support for hill walking.
Delicious. But Tom Jones - oy! Work of genius (Know it's tongue-in-cheek.) I do like William Gulpin, though - he made it so easy for the aspiring aesthete: three cows are better than two cows, two cows, one sheep even better (or words to that effect.
Didn't know about Petrarch shinning up Mount Ventoux (which always makes me think of lavender honey ("from the slopes of"). Such fun.
You're right of course, and I too have read Tom Jones entirely without pay or compulsion - even if Joseph Andrews was an A Level set book. T Shandy as well. But it is Austen who put the roller skates under it all.