“Our Irish blunders are never blunders of the heart.”

—  Maria Edgeworth

Essay on Irish Bulls (1802), ch. 4; Tales and Novels, vol. 1, p. 123.
Written in collaboration with her father, Richard Lovell Edgeworth.

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