From The Virtual Diary of Fanny Burney-- Fanny In France
23 December 1782
I find myself grievously alone in a snow-laden land. I miss my father, my sisters, Dr. Johnson. I even miss Mother and that is statement I never expected to write. I am bereft at spending Christmas so far from those I love, my only solace being that I shall soon see Lorsagne, my truest friend. It is but a short journey from this place to her Haven. There, I shall be blanketed in joy and soaked in warmed winter wine!