preach, sister.

Dahlia, you see I am melancholy.  It has done nothing but rain all summer; the wind makes me nervous and freckles me.  Blacheville is very mean; there are hardly any green peas in the market yet, people care for nothing but eating; I have the spleen, as the English say; butter is so dear! and then, just think of it--it is horrible!  We are dining in a room with a bed in it.  I am disgusted with life.


I'm reading Les Miserables this summer and I'm pretty sure this little excerpt confirms that women have always been annoying.