I have never understood
Quite how Mr. Darcy could
Tolerate the sisters Bingley —
As a pair, or even singly.
Much for friendship he endured;
For he often was immured
All those evenings with the boring
Elder sister’s husband snoring.
A poem by Patricia Shepherd, from Come Into the Garden, Cassandra
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