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Coincidentally, I went and saw a play of Sense and Sensibility yesterday. It was entertaining, but reminded me of why I am not interested in Jane Austen's work.
I can only care so much about a bunch of scheming people who are destitute, yet live in beautiful houses and have servants.
That's just my personal taste. I'd be more interested in novels about the servants.
Something similar that I far prefer is Henrik Ibsen's A Doll's House. Of course, it is also sixty years newer.
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