Daily events

My dear Miss Netherfield,

As often happens with the start of a new year, I'm lost in a ponderous meditation of what life will bring, and what changes will come in the next three hundred and sixty-four days.

I have but one consolation: that a record of daily events will not, as one wise and beloved man once said, "render the past obscure." We shall know what we have been about. We shall know how we have passed our time.

And so, with the hope of hearing from you soon, I remain, yours ever,

Mrs. Pemberly