"Vanity working on a weak head produces every sort of mischief."
November 3, 2015 Dear Jane, It has (once again) been far too long since last I wrote to you, dear friend, although I do not believe that I should be blamed entirely for this. One never realizes how easily time slips away from one each day, but even more distressing than this however is the notion that once time is gone, there is nothing one can do to get it back! I must confess that I hardly know what to write in this letter for I have two rather conflicting thoughts: the first is that nothing much has occurred as of late and the second is that despite not much occurring, there is still far too much to write about! (Nothing so exciting really, just rather the fact that over thirty days have come and gone since my last letter reached you and life has inevitably gone on as it always does.) If I may, I cannot help but think that I have written some particularly wise words thus far in my letter, Jane... how very lovely, indeed! Oh dear, I fear that I became too pleased wi...