I was thinking today about how boring life would be without the Internet. I read an excellent (little) biography of Jane Austen yesterday that was pieced together from the letters that survive from her lifetime. Of the presumably hundreds to thousands of letters that she wrote in her 41 years, only 160 survive, and she did not keep a diary. That will simply never happen to us. Not the diary part, of course, but our letters not surviving. I leave an enormous digital trail every single day even if I don’t consciously keep a diary or blog.
Then on the radio this morning they read a letter from a listener who was complaining about them making fun of people who use Craigslist to find people to suck blood from. Seriously, Jane Austen was missing out in so many ways.