When we released our art print a few years ago, a French friend of ours informed us that these lines had been used to warn the French resistance that the Allied forces would be landing in Normandy imminently.
Fans of Austen are familiar with her delicious verbal meanderings. We often joke that if she submitted a manuscript to a contemporary editor it would either be returned with a rejection stamp or with copious red proofreading marks.
"A solitary man wanders the streets of a city, restless with indecision. As he tumbles down a rabbit hole of seedy dive bars, half deserted streets and shots of whiskey, time fractures – and it seems he might be destined to walk these streets forever.