The folks who made my shiny new phone recently offered me the chance to download the text of ‘Mansfield Park’ for free. Now I don’t often read novels by phone, but it seemed like a useful option if I were ever, for example, stuck in a slow queue somewhere. (Obviously, being English, I would not be expecting to strike up long conversations with the people around me.)
Further down the screen, the nice people at Nokia suggested three more downloads that they considered to be related to my recent choice. Heaven only knows how their computers make these selections.
In the real world, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a married woman in possession of a copy of ‘Mansfield Park’ is unlikely to be in want of a game called ‘Fart Control’.
