home | February 19th, 2013
What strange creatures brothers are! You would not write to each other but upon the most urgent necessity in the world; and when obliged to take up the pen to say that such a horse is ill, or such a relation dead, it is done in the fewest possible words. You have but one style among you. I know it perfectly.
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Jane Austen, Mansfield Park
This passage accurately describes the text message exchanges I have with my brother.
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