I knew there was a reason I so adore Georgette Heyer...apart from loving her books.
Sample this sentiment:
I so hate domesticity. Neither by training nor by temperament am I suited to it.
2014 addition: was between books and picked up an old Heyer, Pistols for Two. Delightful. Made a note of the following Heyerisms:
Cork-brained.
Gapeseed.
Confused pea-goose.
Gudgeon.
A Bath quizz.
Paper-skulled.
Hoydenish.
Quite done up.
Havey-cavey.
High fidgets.
Ninnyhammer.
Cant phrases.
A Pink of the Fancy.
Outran the constable.
Do you take me for a flat?
Don't be a goosecap.
He must be bamming you.
Doxy.
A cake of himself.
Above her touch.
As drunk as a wheelbarrow.
And my favourite: He had the general air of one about to engage in a Forlorn Hope.
I so hate domesticity. Neither by training nor by temperament am I suited to it.
2014 addition: was between books and picked up an old Heyer, Pistols for Two. Delightful. Made a note of the following Heyerisms:
Cork-brained.
Gapeseed.
Confused pea-goose.
Gudgeon.
A Bath quizz.
Paper-skulled.
Hoydenish.
Quite done up.
Havey-cavey.
High fidgets.
Ninnyhammer.
Cant phrases.
A Pink of the Fancy.
Outran the constable.
Do you take me for a flat?
Don't be a goosecap.
He must be bamming you.
Doxy.
A cake of himself.
Above her touch.
As drunk as a wheelbarrow.
And my favourite: He had the general air of one about to engage in a Forlorn Hope.