"Charlotte was not only randy; she was rude. She was sent a copy of Jane Austen's Emma and spouted bile all over it. '[Austen] ruffles her reader with nothing vehement, disturbs him by nothing profound,' she bitches. 'The passions are perfectly unknown to her ... the unseen seat of life and the sentient target of death - this Miss Austen ignores.' Later she smacks her more firmly over the bonnet. 'Miss Austen is not a poetess. Can there ever be a great artist without poetry?'"

~ Reader, I shagged him, a defence of Charlotte Brontë's sexuality, by Tanya Gold.