I find myself sympathizing with March to a certain extent. She, like me, seems to just want to make her own way in life, if you will, but she struggles to figure out how to achieve that. Our reasons for that struggle are different; she meets Henry and things sort of go downhill from there, whereas I had some really bad luck. You know, even though she seems to come to a point where she seems to believe continuing the struggle is no longer worth it, I think I actually had it worse off than she did. I mean, what is worse than trying to sell a horse that was seemingly in perfect condition, just for it to go wild and injure itself right before the time to sell it arrives, especially when one is doing so only because one is deeply in debt to a close friend because of some other bad luck, which led to a bad bet when one was short on money, which led to one borrowing money from said close friend? If only my father understood that being a clergyman never was and never will be for me. Anyway, like I was saying, March had it really bad, don’t you think, Mary?

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