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Back when I was in high school, my entire class had to take these tests for a health class – I was an INTJ, to my utter non-surprise.  Then, when I went into college two years later, I took it again – INTP.  Since I was always a borderline J anyway, and also a bit off my head at the time, also not surprised.  The other day, I took it at work, again, and I was back to my old INTJ-ness.  Which was awesome, because I get – er – more P-ish when I’m not quite well.  Anyway, I took the link over to the ‘these are what INTJs are like, and these are some examples’.  The RL examples were pretty cool, but not half as much as the fictional ones.

Hannibal Lecter, Fitzwilliam Darcy, and Gandalf the Grey.  It just doesn’t get cooler than that.

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I’m re-reading Mansfield Park. It’s the best of the Austen novels, IMO, but I haven’t really read it for awhile. I’d forgotten that it’s enjoyable as well as admirable.

Of course, even more than all the others, it isn’t a love story. I think if you try to read it like that, you’re inevitably going to be disappointed. Mansfield Park is just — people. People being people. That’s what makes it so great, really. It all fits together and makes sense and is also a good story. And it’s almost painfully true to life. A girl like Fanny was never going to be a spirited young thing. And why should she be? It’s difficult and complex and dark, and yet I think far superior to Sense and Sensibility, where a similar tone is never satisfyingly resolved.