Miss Frances Williams Wynn is returning from a break today (sorry – the Green Party has taken precedence), and being rather nasty about the author we know as Fanny Burney, while defending – obviously against some challenge – her right to be known as the author of Evelina.
I cannot endure her excessive personal vanity, her nauseous repetition of all the compliments made to her under the shallow pretence of telling the world how much pleasure the paternal heart of Dr. Burney derived from them.
But we can’t accuse Miss Williams Wynn of being prejudiced against women writers, for she sings the praises of Maria Edgeworth, of whom, I confess, I had not previously heard.
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