Previously in this series: How to tell if you're in a Jane Austen novel. You live in a city that is not exactly Oxford and is not exactly Dorchester, located in a county that is most emphatically not Dorset. You make a terrible decision, fueled by the effects of alcohol, that casts an unremitting pall over the rest of your days. You are a victim of erotolepsy and have been ensnared in a…