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“My idea of good company, Mr Elliot, is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company." "You are mistaken," said he gently, "that is not good company; that is the best. Good company requires only birth, education, and manners,”

Quote by Jane Austen

Book:Persuasion
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Persuasion

In this classic work by Jane Austen, the protagonist, Anne Elliot, reflects on her past mistakes and the complexities of societal expectations. The narrative follows her journey from youthful folly to mature wisdom, as she navigates the challenges of love and the pursuit of happiness amidst the constraints of her time. more

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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

Jane Austen, born on December 16, 1775, and died on July 18, 1817, was a renowned English novelist of the 19th century. Known for her exquisite psychological portrayals and satirical humor, Austen's works mainly revolve around rural life in England, depicting the customs and interpersonal relationships of the time. Her representative works include 'Pride and Prejudice' and 'Sense and Sensibility'. more

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