Monday, 21 January 2013

would you do me the honour of boring me for life?

She had been bored all the afternoon by Percy Gryce- the mere thought seemed to waken an echo of his droning voice- but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptabilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

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