As I was leaving the library yesterday, my eyes happened upon a dominican man in his early thirties sitting absorbed in a slim paperback volume. I glanced at the title, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It surprised me in a happy ways. First, I'm always happy to discover secret stereotypes lurking in my brain so I can dismiss them. Second, I was happy to hope I may have more in common than I thought, not just with this man but with my fellowman. Lastly, I'm more than a little tickled that Ms. Austen instigated the whole thing. How apropos!
