For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn? - Jane Austen

I am excessively diverted.

I could no more write a romance than an epic poem. I could not sit seriously down to write a serious romance under any other motive than to save my life; and if it were indispensable for me to keep it up and never relax into laughing at myself or other people, I am sure I should be hung before I had finished the first chapter. No, I must keep to my own style and go on in my own way; and though I may never succeed again in that, I am convinced that I should totally fail in any other.

Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!