After all, twas my husband who, in the first five minutes of viewing Pride & Prejudice, gave me a look and said, “Oh, you wanted me to watch this because that’s you,” after the part where Elizabeth goes tripping down the hill. So yes, I married the right person, but also, hmmm, this professional life is really not how I imagined myself. But I had to make do. I was on my own; unlike most of my peers in the Workshop, I don’t come from the upper middle class. As they say at the end of another Austen movie (but not book, I know), “It could have all turned out much differently.” I could be this lady.