she who never met a trite, ponderous thought she didn't love and yet who managed to make a niche for herself among her pretty sisters.
I've always felt somewhat sorry for Mary - mostly because I never had to spend a whole afternoon in her company of course. But I secretly blame Mr. Bennet. He has one daughter who really likes reading books; if he had stimulated her from an early age, she could have turned out so very differently. Instead, he left her to the perennial silliness and insults of the younger ones and Ma Bennet.
I'n never actually thought of Anne, but now that you mention it, they could be a match made in heaven fandom.