Ack! I’ve got Monday brain! I hate when this happens. Earlier today I knew what I was going to write about this evening and now that I am sitting at my computer ready to write I can’t for the life of me think what I was going to write about. And nothing else is coming swooshing in to fill in. So let’s just talk for a moment about Sense and Sensibility.

Willoughby and Colonel Brandon had a duel!

I don’t remember this from the first time I read the book mumble mumble years ago. The freshest version of the book in my brain is multiple viewings of the Emma Thompson movie version. There is no duel in the movie.

Technically there wasn’t a duel in the book either. I mean there was, but we don’t find out about it until afterwards and neither Willoughby nor the Colonel were wounded in it. The duel was not over Marianne but over another young lady the Colonel was sort of a guardian of. Willoughby seduced her with the idea of marriage. They ran off together. Willoughby had his fun and left her unmarried, pregnant and penniless. So of course Colonel Brandon had to call him out.

I was surprised about there being a duel in Jane Austen. It seems so un-Austen-y. I mean, weapons were drawn, weapons other than sharp tongues and biting wit. I thought dueling was a thing of the past by Austen’s time but a quick tour around the interwebs reveals that dueling went on in England into the 1850s. Who knew? Still, it is a bit shocking to my – er – sensibilities.

I think I had best go take some lavender water and lie down for a bit until I recover.