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Elizabeth, Having Rather Expected To Affront Him, Was Amazed At His Gallantry; And Darcy Had Never Been So Bewitched By Any Woman As He Was By Her. He Really Believed, That Were It Not For The Inferiority Of Her Connections, He Should Be In Some Danger Of Falling In Love, And Were It Not For His Considerable Skill In The Deadly Arts, That He Should Be In Danger Of Being Bested By Hers--for Never Had He Seen A Lady More Gifted In The Ways Of Vanquishing The Undead.

I Nearly Broke Out Laughing When The Wrteched Soothsayer Warned Caesar: "beware The Ides Of April." I Thought It A Miracle (and A Relief) That No One In The Udience Had Snickered Or Yelled Out A Correction. How Could Such An Error Be Made By An Actor? Had My Ears Deceived Me?

So I Grew Up In A Very Book-friendly Environment And My Education As A Writer Was Reading. I Think That's The Best Education. Reading, And Taking From The People I Admired.

However, It Has Long Been Said That "my Enemy's Enemy Is My Friend.

There Are But Two Types Of Men Who Desire War: Those Who Haven’t The Slightest Intention Of Fighting It Themselves, And Those Who Haven’t The Slightest Idea What It Is. … Any Man Who Has Seen The Face Of Death Knows Better Than To Seek Him Out A Second Time.