Quote by Jane Austen

The post office has a great charm at one point of our lives. When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are never worth going through the rain for.

The post office has a great charm at one point of our lives.

Summary

This quote reflects a shift in perspective with age and experience. It suggests that the post office, which may have once held great charm and excitement, loses its appeal over time. The speaker implies that as one grows older, they come to perceive that letters or the act of going to the post office may not be as valuable or worthwhile, particularly when facing the inconvenience of bad weather. It implies a change in priorities and a diminished appreciation for the sentimental or practical value of postal communication.

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Charm

By Jane Austen

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