I am on chapter 16 and THISSSSSSSS close to chucking it.
All I see is a bunch of petty social drama...he said this so I don't like him...she wants this so I will thwart her...he likes her so I am jealous...
I thought this was classic literature, not 19th century's version of facebook.
Should I finish this novel? Why is this such cherished literature? I feel like, as in the example of the Grateful Dead, I am totally missing the boat here. A billion fans can't be wrong.
Thank you for any efforts you are willing to provide!



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), one could not tell nasty things about another even if they were true (sad, because other people got cheated like you as well), men were valued by their income a year and such are a bit like game that can be shot (who will get the biggest
), one must impress no matter what and one must certainly be nice to everyone, particularly to the richest people desite them maybe being nasty, one had to be witty which meant essentially being able to insult someone in the most elegant way possible... Certainly saying something and then denying it in the same breath or comparing the thing to something really trivial is the thing to do... But you have to learn to get that, as I found it a bit tricky at first, but I acquired a taste for it (I am not anglophone). 
