Intersection Logs

I read a lot of Victorian literature as a teenager, possibly partly because it was cheaper by the word than in-copyright stuff, and just as good an escape from day-to-day reality as fantasy (which there wasn't that much of in the seventies, anyway). In those days I wasn't very critical of the nineteenth-century worldview; it's interesting to go back now and read them with twenty-first century filters in place. I find Trollope's prejudices interesting now because they're so much part of the era, even when he was obviously trying to rise above them.

I seem to remember identifying rather strongly with poor Dorothea, when I was a nerdy fifteen-year-old, and being sorry that her idea of marrying for brains didn't work out better.