Jane Austen On Crack

Brain-Goddess Goes Berserk and Hurls Prose Lightening BoltI love Jane Austen as much as the next reader.  But now and again she goes off the rails.  I just read this sentence to mom and couldn't stop laughing. 

His mind, now disengaged from the cares which had pressed on him at first, was at leisure to find the Grants and their young inmates really worth visiting; and though infinitely above scheming or contriving for any the most advantageous matrimonial establishment that could be among the apparent possibilities of any one most dear to him, and disdaining even as a littleness the being quick-sighted on such points, he could not avoid perceiving, in a grand and careless way, that Mr. Crawford was somewhat distinguishing his niece—nor perhaps refrain (though unconsciously) from giving a more willing assent to invitations on that account.

Mansfield Park, Chapter XXV (or Volume II Chapter VII, depending on your edition).

I know some of you Austen Commandos will say this is as clear as day, but all I can say is your neurons are hitched differently to mine.  For me this is the prose equivalent of riding a tilt-a-whirl with an octopus.