Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

If it's any consolation to those of us who learned (and retained) some elements of good English, the me/I infelicity is not confined to our own time. My great-grandmother was guilty of it in a diary, which I inherited, written between 1869 and 1873. She came from a fairly wealthy family, so must have been fairly well educated, too. Just not quite well enough.