<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:51:04.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Regency</title><subtitle type='html'>A Compendium of Words and Expressions Used Today That Were Used During the English Regency, 1811-1820 (Give or Take A Few Years Either Way.) The list now includes the language of Federal America (late 18th and early 19th centuries).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5734479070377302410</id><published>2010-09-20T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:25:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Go Out With Someone</title><content type='html'>"...I would only advise you, my dear, not to go out with Mr. Thorpe any more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey, Chapter 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5734479070377302410?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5734479070377302410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-3097434508360787847</id><published>2010-09-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:18:52.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Right</title><content type='html'>[N]ow that she had been triumphant throughout, had carried her point, and was secure of her walk, she began (as the flutter of her spirits supsided) to doubt whether she had been perfectly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey, Chapter 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-3097434508360787847?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/3097434508360787847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7551188912264848636</id><published>2010-08-23T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:39:34.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content as "Trash"</title><content type='html'>Let us leave it to the reviewers to abuse such effusions of fancy at their leisure, and over every new novel to talk in threadbare strains of the trash with which the press now groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (Chapter 5), published in 1818 but said to have been written between 1798 and 1799, and revised in 1803.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7551188912264848636?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8122934834860322951</id><published>2010-08-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:32:47.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Sick of Something</title><content type='html'>"I tell Mr. Allen, when he talks of being sick of (the place), that I am sure he should not complain ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (Chapter 8), published in 1818 but said to have been written between 1798 and 1799, and revised in 1803.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8122934834860322951?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8122934834860322951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8126312121060105520</id><published>2010-08-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T04:10:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Speed! Very important, this one:</title><content type='html'>Catherine, though she could not help wondering that with such perfect command of his horse, he should think it necessary to alarm her with a relation of its tricks, congratulated herself sincerely on being under the care of so excellent a coachman; and perceiving that the animal continued to go on in the same quiet manner, without showing the smallest propensity towards any unpleasant vivacity, and (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;considering its inevitable pace was ten miles an hour&lt;/span&gt;) by no means alarmingly fast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (Chapter 9), published in 1818 but said to have been written between 1798 and 1799 and revised  in 1803.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8126312121060105520?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8126312121060105520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8126312121060105520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8126312121060105520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8126312121060105520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2010/08/driving-speed-very-important-this-one.html' title='Driving Speed! Very important, this one:'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5758098136009598531</id><published>2010-08-10T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:24:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a Good One! (As Something Ha-ha Funny)</title><content type='html'>"Did not we agree to take a drive this morning? What a head you have! We are going to Claverton Down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something was said about it, I remember," said Catherine, looking at Mrs. Allen for her opinion; "but really I did not expect you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not expect me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a good one!&lt;/span&gt; And what  dust you would have made, if I had not come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey, Chapter 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5758098136009598531?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5758098136009598531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5758098136009598531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5758098136009598531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5758098136009598531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-good-one-as-something-ha-ha-funny.html' title='That&apos;s a Good One! (As Something Ha-ha Funny)'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-4278560929628305263</id><published>2009-08-19T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:02:26.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make Someone Out To Be Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Make me out, if you please, to be a villain.'"&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-4278560929628305263?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/4278560929628305263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=4278560929628305263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/4278560929628305263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/4278560929628305263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-make-someone-out-to-be-something.html' title='To Make Someone Out To Be Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7023008693464926460</id><published>2009-08-18T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:38:12.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Buy Someone Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In every argument with her mother, Susan had in point of reason the advantage, and never was there any maternal tenderness to buy her off."&lt;/span&gt; --Mansfield Park (Jane Austen, 1814), Chapter 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Shayne Parkinson, of New Zealand, for this entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7023008693464926460?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/7023008693464926460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=7023008693464926460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7023008693464926460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7023008693464926460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-buy-someone-off.html' title='To Buy Someone Off'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5053498741264540145</id><published>2009-08-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:04:01.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was totally careless of his person and health, and, by repeated negligences of this kind, at last contracted a fever of which he speedily died. &lt;/span&gt;--Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He would answer, but in such a way as to show him totally unaware of your true meaning."&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5053498741264540145?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5053498741264540145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5053498741264540145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5053498741264540145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5053498741264540145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/totally.html' title='Totally'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8002173899688515185</id><published>2009-08-18T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:56:30.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarcely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could scarcely recognize any lineaments of my own.&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8002173899688515185?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8002173899688515185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8002173899688515185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8002173899688515185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8002173899688515185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/scarcely.html' title='Scarcely'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8996174217359131730</id><published>2009-08-16T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:33:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At a Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was at a loss in what manner to regard this sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXXI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8996174217359131730?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8996174217359131730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8996174217359131730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8996174217359131730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8996174217359131730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-loss.html' title='At a Loss'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-1088441134233860994</id><published>2009-08-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:32:18.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total as Adjective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eliza's mind was quick, active, and sagacious; but her total inexperience gave her sometimes the appearance of folly.&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXXI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-1088441134233860994?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/1088441134233860994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=1088441134233860994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1088441134233860994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1088441134233860994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/total-as-adjective.html' title='Total as Adjective'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-6968257978269202076</id><published>2009-08-14T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:19:30.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something "Happening"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What has happened?"&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXXVII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-6968257978269202076?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/6968257978269202076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=6968257978269202076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6968257978269202076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6968257978269202076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-happening.html' title='Something &quot;Happening&quot;'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8334755873835959413</id><published>2009-08-14T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:00:29.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Persons of his age are rarely fond of work, but then they are addicted to company, and sports, and exercises."&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8334755873835959413?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8334755873835959413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8334755873835959413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8334755873835959413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8334755873835959413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/addicted-to-something.html' title='Addicted to Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-9081590451147648304</id><published>2009-08-14T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:58:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pretty" as Adverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You must confess that his appearance here is a pretty strong proof of the father's assertions."&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XXV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-9081590451147648304?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/9081590451147648304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=9081590451147648304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/9081590451147648304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/9081590451147648304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-as-adverb.html' title='&quot;Pretty&quot; as Adverb'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-1744362725791352298</id><published>2009-08-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:02:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Have Something Occur to Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At length, it occurred to me to search out the house in which I had lately been immured.&lt;/span&gt; --Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown; 1799), Chapter VI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-1744362725791352298?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/1744362725791352298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=1744362725791352298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1744362725791352298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1744362725791352298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-have-something-occur-to-someone.html' title='To Have Something Occur to Someone'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5077365283364832856</id><published>2009-08-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:38:29.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be in the Dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They lost a child lately. The young woman was in a huge taking about it. They say she was quite  crazy some days for the death of the child; and she is not quite out of the dumps yet."&lt;/span&gt; -- Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown; 1799), Chapter VI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5077365283364832856?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5077365283364832856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5077365283364832856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5077365283364832856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5077365283364832856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-in-dumps.html' title='To Be in the Dumps'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7934137076124318368</id><published>2009-08-10T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:38:48.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I cannot imagine what could prompt him to so wearisome an undertaking; but he says that adventures and a destiny so singular as mine ought not to be abandoned to forgetfulness like any vulgar and everyday existence."&lt;/span&gt; -- Arthur Mervyn (Charles Brockden Brown, 1799), Chapter XLV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7934137076124318368?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/7934137076124318368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=7934137076124318368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7934137076124318368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7934137076124318368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5632002379154306702</id><published>2009-08-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:41:10.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Turn a Deaf Ear to Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did not turn a deaf ear to these censurers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! A break from Jane Austen territory. Some of the expressions you'll find here are from American literature of the same period. This expression, to "turn a deaf ear" to something, is in Chapter I of Arthur Mervyn, or Memoirs of the Year 1793, by Charles Brockden Brown, printed in Philadelphia in 1799.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5632002379154306702?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5632002379154306702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5632002379154306702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5632002379154306702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5632002379154306702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-deaf-ear-to-something.html' title='To Turn a Deaf Ear to Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8111538409912020946</id><published>2007-06-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:56:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To "Out" Something or Someone, Regency Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am sure I was in the greatest fright in the world t'other day when Edward's name was mentioned by Sir John, lest she out with it all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8111538409912020946?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8111538409912020946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8111538409912020946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8111538409912020946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8111538409912020946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-out-something-or-someone-regency.html' title='To &quot;Out&quot; Something or Someone, Regency Style'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5963350418871241048</id><published>2007-06-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:56:27.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do More Harm Than Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[S]he does me a great deal more harm than good..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5963350418871241048?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5963350418871241048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5963350418871241048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5963350418871241048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5963350418871241048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-do-more-harm-than-good.html' title='To Do More Harm Than Good'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-4400373977686619823</id><published>2007-06-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:57:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Put Up With Something or Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[A]nd Mrs. Jennings's attempts at consolation were therefore unfortunately founded when she advised her daughter not to care about their being so fashionable because they were all cousins and must put up with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-4400373977686619823?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2561848069811881365</id><published>2007-06-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:57:29.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello" in Regency Usage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She came hallooing to the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2561848069811881365?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2561848069811881365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2561848069811881365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2561848069811881365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2561848069811881365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-in-regency-usage.html' title='&quot;Hello&quot; in Regency Usage'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-3285968928885212381</id><published>2007-06-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:57:45.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In General</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[A] young man of eighteen is not in general so earnestly bent on being busy as to resist the solicitations of his friends to do  nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-3285968928885212381?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/3285968928885212381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=3285968928885212381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/3285968928885212381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/3285968928885212381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-general.html' title='In General'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-4896769813569733329</id><published>2007-06-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Bent On Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[A] young man of eighteen is not in general so earnestly bent on being busy as to resist the solicitations of his friends to do  nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-4896769813569733329?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/4896769813569733329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=4896769813569733329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/4896769813569733329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/4896769813569733329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-bent-on-something.html' title='To Be Bent On Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8823946816321747335</id><published>2007-06-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:17.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Forego Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[W]hen Willoughby called the same day, Elinor heard her express her disappointment to him in a low voice, on being obliged to forego the acceptance of his present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8823946816321747335?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8823946816321747335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8823946816321747335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8823946816321747335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8823946816321747335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-forego-something.html' title='To Forego Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7945305054509288992</id><published>2007-06-12T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:34.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Consent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[T]hey were sitting down together by mutual consent while the others were dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7945305054509288992?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/7945305054509288992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=7945305054509288992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7945305054509288992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7945305054509288992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/mutual-consent.html' title='Mutual Consent'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-904042536626598174</id><published>2007-06-12T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:50.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will0ughby was out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-904042536626598174?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/904042536626598174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=904042536626598174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/904042536626598174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/904042536626598174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-question.html' title='Out of the Question'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2295796639846400307</id><published>2007-06-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:59:33.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Hop"</title><content type='html'>Perhaps some older relations of yours have spoken about dancing at "hops" while they were in high school in the 1950s or 1960s, and perhaps you thought the word "hop" was the product of that era. Actually, the term far predates middle 20th century usage, as seen in this passage from Vol. 1, Chapter 9 of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, published in 1811:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I remember last Christmas, at a little hop in the park, he danced from eight o'clock till four without once sitting down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2295796639846400307?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2295796639846400307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2295796639846400307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2295796639846400307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2295796639846400307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/hop.html' title='A &quot;Hop&quot;'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2278155526882224659</id><published>2007-06-12T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:59:50.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Find Out Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[S]he soon found out that of all manly dresses a shooting-jacket was the most becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2278155526882224659?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2278155526882224659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2278155526882224659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2278155526882224659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2278155526882224659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-find-out-something.html' title='To Find Out Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2921428107711664664</id><published>2007-06-05T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:00:14.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Sick of Something or Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Twice every year these annuities were to be paid; and then there was the trouble of getting it to them; and then one of them was said to have died, and afterwards it turned out to be no such thing. My mother was quite sick of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2921428107711664664?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2921428107711664664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2921428107711664664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2921428107711664664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2921428107711664664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-sick-of-something-or-someone.html' title='To Be Sick of Something or Someone'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-5117225230823758884</id><published>2007-06-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:00:31.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carried Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in sorrow she must be equally carried away by her fancy, and as far beyond consolation as in pleasure she was beyond alloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-5117225230823758884?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/5117225230823758884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=5117225230823758884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5117225230823758884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/5117225230823758884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/carried-away.html' title='Carried Away'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-1288422364368850011</id><published>2007-06-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:51:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Off Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My father is gone to London, and Jane has written to beg my uncle's immediate assistance; and we shall be off, I hope, in half-an-hour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Elizabeth to Darcy, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 46&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-1288422364368850011?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/1288422364368850011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=1288422364368850011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1288422364368850011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1288422364368850011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-off-somewhere.html' title='To Be Off Somewhere'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8482606688542246786</id><published>2007-06-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:49:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am grieved indeed," cried Darcy; "grieved--shocked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane austen, 1813), Chapter 46&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8482606688542246786?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8482606688542246786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8482606688542246786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8482606688542246786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8482606688542246786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/shocked.html' title='Shocked'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7603729185156969141</id><published>2007-06-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:37:41.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"An express came at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed, from Colonel Forster, to inform us that [Lydia] was gone off to Scotland with one of his officers..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 46&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7603729185156969141?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/7603729185156969141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=7603729185156969141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7603729185156969141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/7603729185156969141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/express-mail.html' title='Express Mail'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-6183306011017016038</id><published>2007-06-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:06:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were all of them warm in their admiration; and at that moment, she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 43&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-6183306011017016038?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/6183306011017016038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=6183306011017016038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6183306011017016038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6183306011017016038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-something.html' title='To Be Something'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-3445770405043941127</id><published>2007-06-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:23:44.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Any Rate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At any rate, she cannot grow many degrees worse, without authorising us to lock her up for the rest of her life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mr. Bennet speaking about Elizabeth's sister Lydia, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-3445770405043941127?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/3445770405043941127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=3445770405043941127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/3445770405043941127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/3445770405043941127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-any-rate.html' title='At Any Rate'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2092343234260395721</id><published>2007-06-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:14:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[S]he entered the house with the wish of appearing cheerful as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2092343234260395721?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2092343234260395721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2092343234260395721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2092343234260395721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2092343234260395721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-usual.html' title='As Usual'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-7528524331360259553</id><published>2007-06-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:41:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make Something Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She could not think of Darcy's leaving Kent without remembering  that his cousin was to go with him; but Colonel Fitzwilliam had made it clear  that he had no intentions at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 34&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-7528524331360259553?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-1536242952812369948</id><published>2007-06-02T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:24:20.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[T]hat being the case, I cannot consider your situation with much compassion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Elizabeth to Jane, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-1536242952812369948?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/1536242952812369948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=1536242952812369948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1536242952812369948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1536242952812369948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-case-pride-prejudice-1813.html' title='Being the Case'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-8670481435320334471</id><published>2007-06-02T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:42:45.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be on One's Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you think of this sentence, my dear Lizzy?" said Jane as she finished [the letter]. "Is it not clear enough? Does it not expressly declare that Caroline neither expects nor wishes me to be her sister; that she is perfectly convinced of her brother's indifference; and that if she suspects the nature of my feelings for him, she means (most kindly!) to put me on my guard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-8670481435320334471?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/8670481435320334471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=8670481435320334471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8670481435320334471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/8670481435320334471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-on-ones-guard-pride-prejudice.html' title='To Be on One&apos;s Guard'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-6171006141036352334</id><published>2007-05-22T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:43:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He must be an oddity, I think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-6171006141036352334?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/6171006141036352334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=6171006141036352334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6171006141036352334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6171006141036352334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/oddity-austen-prie-prejudice-1813.html' title='Oddity'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-1164054448607799395</id><published>2007-05-21T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:43:41.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Order of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I should like balls infinitely better," [Miss Bingley] replied, "if they were carried on in a different manner; but there is something insufferably tedious in the usual process of such a meeting. It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing were made the order of the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-1164054448607799395?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/1164054448607799395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=1164054448607799395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1164054448607799395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/1164054448607799395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/order-of-day-austen-pride-prejudice.html' title='The Order of the Day'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2167097955469294927</id><published>2007-05-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:44:04.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Get Rid of Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Bingley saw, or suspected enough to be jealous; and her great anxiety for the recovery of her dear friend Jane received some assistance from her desire of getting rid of Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia's intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten; every sister except Mary agreed to go with her; and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2167097955469294927?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2167097955469294927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2167097955469294927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2167097955469294927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2167097955469294927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-get-rid-of-austen-pride-prejudice.html' title='To Get Rid of Someone'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-6576980421050738639</id><published>2007-05-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:33:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many Conquerors' cars were daily driven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--The Vision of Judgement (Lord Byron, 1820), Line 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-6576980421050738639?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/6576980421050738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=6576980421050738639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6576980421050738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/6576980421050738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/cars-in-byrons-vision-of-judgement-1820.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-727197161899802104</id><published>2007-05-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:00:17.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sisters repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It does seem, and it is most shocking indeed," replied Elizsabeth, with tears in her eyes, "that a sister's sense of decency and virtue in such a point should admit of doubt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-727197161899802104?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/727197161899802104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=727197161899802104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/727197161899802104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/727197161899802104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/shocking-from-pride-prejudice-chapter-8.html' title='Shocking'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2603766453181109465</id><published>2007-05-20T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:44:47.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hold in Contempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That she [Elizabeth] should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty weather and by herself, was almost incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2603766453181109465?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2603766453181109465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2603766453181109465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2603766453181109465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2603766453181109465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-hold-in-contempt-from-pride.html' title='To Hold in Contempt'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-2710167920311006006</id><published>2007-05-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:02:41.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[S]he is not often really merry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you really do admit the justice of what I have said in his defence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elinor, though she felt really interested in the welfare of Colonel Brandon, could not bestow all the wonder of his going so suddenly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever might really be its limits, it was enough when perveived by his sister to make her uneasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you really are not engaged to him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What brother on earth would do half so much for his sisters, even if really his sisters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At present I know him so well that I think him really handsome; or, at least, almost so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen, 1811), Vol. 1, Chapter4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her [sister].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[Y]ou are really proud of your defects in writing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Jane and Elizabeth] were not welcomed home very cordially by their mother. Mrs. Bennet wondered at their coming, and thought them very wrong to give so much trouble, and was sure Jane would have caught cold again. But their father, though very laconic in his expressions of pleasure, was really glad to see them; he had felt their importance in the family circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Certain it is, that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man; and no less certain is it, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done anything to deserve to lose it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed really glad to see them; anything was a welcome relief to him at Rosings; and Mrs. Collins's pretty friend had moreover caught his fancy very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have told Miss Bennet several times that she will never play really well unless she practises more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lady Catherine to Mr. Darcy, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I shall not say you are mistaken," he replied, "because you could not really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth, in Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He [Mr. Darcy] seldom appeared really animated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[S]he  must own that she was  tired  of sseeing great houses; after going over so many, she really had no pleasure in fine carpets or satin curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen, 1813), Chapter 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I]t was gratifying to know that his resentment had made him think really ill of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pride and Prejudice (Jane austen, 1813), Chapter 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-2710167920311006006?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/2710167920311006006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=2710167920311006006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2710167920311006006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/2710167920311006006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/really-from-pride-prejudice-chapter-7.html' title='Really'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236297533581445924.post-9148728549885455035</id><published>2007-05-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:30:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Austen's Fault!</title><content type='html'>I blame Jane Austen for this blog: While reading Pride &amp; Prejudice, it occurred to me that Austen is really fond of a particular adverb that writers today are really encouraged not to use. And, really, if they do use it, they should use it as really little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let there be no mistaking it: the really lowly, really cliched adverb in question is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it got me thinking:  For all the Regency words and idioms we need a glossary for, what was used back then that has survived to this day, thanks to not just the English language, but to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; in English? So I determined to gather examples of those words and idioms, along with their Regency sources, in this blog, which I decided to call--surprise!--Really  Regency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3236297533581445924-9148728549885455035?l=reallyregency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/feeds/9148728549885455035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236297533581445924&amp;postID=9148728549885455035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/9148728549885455035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236297533581445924/posts/default/9148728549885455035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyregency.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-austens-fault.html' title='It&apos;s Austen&apos;s Fault!'/><author><name>Atherley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874477190219118213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
