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Now I remember why I loved The Eyre Affair so much. It's so surreal and convoluted, it's difficult to keep my mind on the plot, but then I come upon a gem like this:

Thursday: "Did the memory erasure device work, Uncle?"

Uncle Mycroft: "The what?"

Thursday: "The memory erasure device. You were testing it when I last saw you."

Uncle Mycroft: "Don't know what you're talking about, dear girl ...."

And it takes me five minutes to pick myself up off the floor.