Pride and Prejudice paired with a couple, or three, Aperol sprtiz’ makes for a perfect evening. Debates rage over which movie actually portrays the perfection of our dear Jane’s words. But on this night only one offering is streaming and it calls to the tiny shred of romance in my generally black heart.
And the spritz doesn’t hurt. A recipe gift from Baby Chicken, who has learned the things of Southern girls, including what to drink when the weather gets hot and we’re stuck inside dreaming of finery and gloves that match our dresses. And men like Darcy.
For some of us Mr. Darcy is, indeed, a near perfect man, except for that insulting our family wrapped up in a proposal. But then, consider poor Darcy’s earlier explanation and general demeanor. That’s the secret, is it not? To be the only girl the stoic man opens to, the only receiver of his secrets and all that pent up emotion. Lucky Elizabeth.
If anyone should doubt the capacity of phrase to open or close the heart, they need only open any of Ms. Austen’s prose and follow along. Besides the fact that there are days we’d all prefer to be swept away in someone else cooking and serving and a gaggle of footman covering the furniture in our absence as we spirit about to the city.
A man on horseback, racing against the wind, in his despair, while a woman walks the moors, dress billowing in the wind lost in thought. Would we not all be better off unplugged, left to our imaginations, stories and dreams?
“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Oh my Mr. Darcy, little ole moi?
“Is not general incivility the very essence of love?” Truer words?
“She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man, who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her.” Ding ding, we’ve got a winner.
“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” Um…duh.
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun. Fall hard, Dolls, it’s the only way.
“Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of both were overspread with the deepest blush.” You know the feeling.
I wonder, as I move from film to book, is there a message in coronavirus madness? Is it time to reexamine how we live, the fast an furious of it all? Is quarantine not a clue that perhaps life is more than work and strife? Are we not being signaled to take a breath, spend time lost in thought since there’s nothing else to do, and perhaps reflect on our own pride and prejudices?
Just a thought.