"Oh!" cried Elizabeth, "I don't wish to get on Facebook to-day."
"Why not?" said Bingley. "Do you not keep up with your friends?"
"My friends, yes. The people with whom I am intimate, and am comfortable being so. But Mrs. Phillips had a visit from the apothecary, owing to a recent ailment, and like as not will be offering a tour beneath her gown. Wickham will certainly have put forward either an insufferable meme or a picture of some young lady in an unladylike attitude, and Mr. Collins will post twenty links in the space of four minutes, all of them proving him to be as priggish nowadays as ever he was. I had much rather respect my acquaintances from the distance at which circumstance has placed us than despise them familiarly."
"But all of those acquaintances are your relations."
"Worse and worse! Mere acquaintances may be fairly laught at. One cannot laugh at the follies of one's own, and should therefore know as little of them as possible."
"Did you not unsubscribe from Wickham, at least?" said Bingley. "I thought you had."
"Yes, several times; but Facebook has re-fashioned itself again, and now I am forced to see everything he writes."
"Odd! Jane has not complained of it."
"Of course not. She is the sweetest creature in the world. I make no such pretensions."
Pride and Prejudice and Facebook
Re-posting by request.