The only thing that really struck me was the incredible humor in chapter 8. I actually read it twice because it was so much fun!
She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.
And this had me laughing out loud:
Colonel Brandon is certainly younger than Mrs. Jennings, but he is old enough to be MY father; and if he were ever animated enough to be in love, must have long outlived every sensation of the kind. It is too ridiculous! When is a man to be safe from such wit, if age and infirmity will not protect him?
Oh Marianne! How you make me smile!
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the movie that I can’t remember the explanation of why Colonel Brandon is single. I’m happy for this because I really do wonder and it helps to stay interested.
And this was my favorite:
“But he talked of flannel waistcoats,” said Marianne; “and with me a flannel waistcoat is invariably connected with aches, cramps, rheumatisms, and every species of ailment that can afflict the old and the feeble.”
Ha! What an imagination she has to get so much from the mention of a flannel waistcoat! I suppose it could be something only grandfatherly men wore at that time, but I love flannel so much myself, that this makes me laugh.