(Several Pemberlian women rush forward, hurling slippers and redicules at Willoughby. Two strangle him with their hair fillets.)

I am sorry, but he is so hateful! I had to get that off my chest.
He is more than a cad, and I am firm in my belief that he is the most selfish, most repugnant charecter Jane Austen ever created. You have practically said everything I ever thought of him. The first time I read this speach I was in disbelief at how selfish one person could be. His whole speech was about himself, how hard his life was going to be, and how he wished either death or heartbreak on nearly everyone he knew - Marianne, and his relief at the thought of her dying, the Dashwoods, and thier grief at Marianne's death, Eliza, well, he doesn't care two pins for her or her baby, his wife, he wants her dead, and lastly Colonel Brandon - he can't marry the woman he has loved and looked after for so long, no, that would make Willoughby's life unpleasant. Who have we left living and happy? Willoughby, and that is about it.

] I've been waiting all week to write about Willoughby and his "confession" (As you can see I've only just slipped in on Sunday).