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"Expect a most agreeable letter...I shall have no check to my genius from beginning to end."

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December 8, 2015 Dear Jane, I do detest being deceitful, but you and I both know that the quotation above has not been displayed in its original entirety. My apologies, for playing such a trick on you, gentle readers, but surely you should know better than to believe I could claim to have any sort of genius. An amateur authoress stops at nothing to get her blog read...even if she has to lie to her dearest friends at times by claiming to be a genius. The quote (in it's entirety) is as follows: "Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), I shall have no check to my genius from beginning to end."  In case you had doubts, I shall now present three reasons to prove to you that I truly am not a genius. (I told you that I had nothing much to say, after all). Oddly enough, all three examples are from my time in high school. Many of my dear friends and family know this already, but I often boast (yes, boast) ...

"Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery."

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October 10, 2013 Dear Jane, If I am to be completely honest at this present moment (and I have decided that I will be),  I must say that I do not have many extraordinary tales to tell you today, Jane.  In truth, I fear that October has been less exciting than previously anticipated.  No matter though, for I will take your wise advise, Jane, and  "let other pens dwell on guilt and misery" for I do not see the purpose of letting mine!  There is no reason in the world for me to dwell on October's shortcomings thus far, so I have simply made up my mind not to. One must remember that it is only the tenth of October and a lot can happen before the end of the month, which is only a little more than a fortnight away! (Actually, since a fortnight is only two weeks, it would really be a fortnight plus a sennight (which is the equivalence of one week), until the end of October.) Fortunately, I promised in my last letter that I have thrilling stories of a ball to t...