"However," said Mrs. Cadwallader, first to herself and afterwards to her husband, "I throw her over: there was a chance, if she had married Sir James, of her becoming a sane, sensible woman. He would never have contradicted her, and when a woman is not contradicted, she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. But now I wish her job of her hair shirt."
Seriously...what is a hair shirt? Google provides a truly frightening array of images including this:
But I think I'll go with the idiomatic definition: if someone wears a hair shirt, they choose to make their life unpleasant by not having or experiencing anything that gives them pleasure.
All of this deep reading had me feeling really good until I realized our first discussion is Wednesday and I'm 200 pages behind. For now I'm back to trying to catch up and be able to appreciate all of your great comments and observations this week.