She mapped the entire social universe of a country drawing room — who sat where, who glanced at whom, who was worth £5,000 a year and who merely thought they were. She understood that marriage was economics dressed in muslin. That wit was armour. That a well-timed silence could end a man.

She did all of this without leaving the house.

So we handed her a smartphone.

This episode puts Jane Austen in front of dating apps — infinite scroll, curated selfies, algorithmic compatibility scores, and the most efficient marriage market in human history. She has thoughts. On the bios that reveal everything while saying nothing. On the men who lead with their salary and the women who pretend not to notice. On whether swiping right is meaningfully different from accepting a dance at the Netherfield ball.

She invented the romantic comedy. She diagnosed the con of romantic love before most people admitted it was a con. She watched women trade their autonomy for security and wrote five novels about whether there was any other option.

There is now. Allegedly.

The question is whether choice at scale is liberation or just a bigger room full of the same Wickhams. Austen suspects the latter. She is, as always, taking notes.

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