"I am going to tell you something concerning myself, which, if I have not chanced to mention it before will I believe a little surprise you - it is, that I scarse wish for anything so truly, really and greatly, as to be in love - upon my word I am serious - and very gravely and sedately, assure you it is a real and true wish...For my own part I declare that the mere pleasure of having a great affection for some one person to which I was neither guided by fear, hope of profit, gratitude, respect - or any motive but mere fancy would sufficiently satisfy me, and I should not at all wish a return...but indeed I write so much at random that it is much more a chance if I know what I am saying, than if I do not."
From Frances Burney's second diary entry, written in 1768 at the age of fifteen. OH BURNEY. Also, you have to wonder what the state of the romantic/companionate marriage was at the time (though really I should already know this); it's as if she's just discovered the concept.
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