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Darcy: She hates me, she hates me. Nothing I can do to fix that right now. But over my dead body, she'll like Wickham.
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anghraine · 9 months ago
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I love that Elizabeth and Darcy are so ready to effectively tell each other they're full of shit. This happens a bunch of times, but I was re-reading their conversation at the Netherfield Ball and they're both kind of refreshingly Done.
[Darcy:] “Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?” [Elizabeth:] “Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together; and yet, for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.” [Darcy:] “Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case, or do you imagine that you are gratifying mine?” “Both,” replied Elizabeth archly; “for I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the éclat of a proverb.” “This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure,” said he.
It's also pretty funny, because I suspect Darcy is thinking of this sort of thing in a later conversation at Rosings:
“You mean to frighten me, Mr Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear me. But I will not be alarmed, though your sister does play so well. There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.” “I shall not say that you are mistaken,” he replied, “because you could not really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you; and I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know, that you find great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which, in fact, are not your own.”
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4ever-feral · 4 months ago
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The sluttiest thing a man can do is walk across a misty field in an unbuttoned white shirt at dawn.
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wring-wraith · 1 year ago
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thinking about this bad summary of Pride and Prejudice I made in eighth grade so I wouldn’t forget the plot while doing a report
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banananinjathebomb · 2 years ago
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“ I love you. Most ardently.”
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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mametupa · 1 year ago
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beaconforlove · 2 months ago
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Fallen leaves just like my stupid fallen heart
A deserted canvas or an adorned piece of art
Love is in the air, and my every prayer
Makes my heart flutter with its intensifying stare
Were you my wrong time, right person?
Was it our fates being stubborn?
Oh, lucky charm! you say, for had I been lucky enough
Seemed too real for it to be bluff
Had I had to be in your arms
Soft caresses and dreamy orbs drowned in your charm
Mr. Lover, do you feel it too?
Or is it yet again an unending sequence of too good to be true?
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petratherrock · 7 months ago
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My sister has the Pride and Prejudice: The Complete Novel, with Nineteen Letters from the Characters' Correspondence, Written and Folded by Hand (Handwritten Classics),
and so ofc I had to take pictures of the letters. I couldn't fit all of them here tho tumblr only allows 10 in a post
Caroline's letter informing Jane that they're leaving Netherfield, emphasizing Mr. Darcy is impatient to see his sister and that Georgiana Darcy is such an accomplished young lady *wink
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Mr. Darcy's letter clarifying what Mr. Wickham's true nature is like after the uhh awkward proposal. They were very long letters and multiple pages of them
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Lydia's letter to Harriet, a friend, where she's basically flaunting that she's with Wickham. I can't remember if this character actually is in the novel or if the writer of this version took the liberty to show Lydia's childishness
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Jane's letter to Elizabeth, telling her about Lydia running away with Mr. Wickham.
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Mr. Gardiner's letter to Mr. Bennet about the Lydia-Wickham situation
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Mrs. Gardiner's letter to Elizabeth after the Wickham-Lydia elopement debacle and Elizabeth inquiring about what happened
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Elizabeth's letter to Mrs. Gardiner, her aunt after she marries Mr. Darcy to thank her 😊
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Mr. Bennet's letter to Mr. Collins about Elizabeth and Darcy's engagement and telling him to soothe Lady Catherine's wrath but also, hey, Mr. Darcy has more to give so...pick your fighter
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Lydia's letter to Elizabeth in the end, unashamedly asking for the Darcys' monetary assistance in the future
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thegreeks · 24 days ago
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Ink and Affection
"Writing to you is like kissing you. It is something physical" - Simone de Beauvoir, in a letter to Nelson Algren
March 14th, 1812 Pemberley
My Dearest Mrs. Darcy,
I scarcely know how to begin this letter to you, as I feel the inadequacy of words to capture even a fraction of what rests within me. To write to you is an undertaking that both thrills and overwhelms me, for I have come to realize that this act—this simple pen upon paper—feels, indeed, as if it holds within it some greater intimacy. It is as though each stroke of ink brings me nearer to you, as if, in each word, I might pour my very being into these pages.
I am, I find, restless without you. Every hour without sight of you feels wanting. And here I am, committing thoughts to paper, each line bridging the distance between us. I cannot look upon the sunlight filtering through our windows without wishing you were here to see it with me. Would it be wrong to admit that I imagine how your presence might soften the edges of this house? How each corner of Pemberley might seem warmer, kinder, were you by my side once more?
Your absence has become a weight upon my heart, one I am only able to ease through this letter. Every line I write, my dear, feels like a tangible reaching out to you—something as close to holding you near as I am permitted. Pray tell how everything has gone along in Longbourn, the health of your dear sister and family, and the journey you have had.
Yours, Fitzwilliam
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March 18th, 1812 Longbourn
My Dear Mr. Darcy,
Your letter arrived but this morning, and I cannot tell you what comfort it has brought me to hear from you. Truly, I feel the world shifts, becoming softer, warmer, whenever I receive your words. I write to you from Longbourn, where the floral scents of spring begin to awaken the gardens after a long and weary winter. I am here attending to my beloved sister, Elizabeth, who, as you know, has been unwell. It has been a trying period for our family, and I find comfort in writing to you.
Your words—I confess, brought a blush to my cheeks, for they are too dear to me. How strange it is, this sensation, that one can feel so connected to another through mere words! Is it folly, do you think, to feel the press of your presence when I read each line? I should be sensible, but the truth is I wish to bask in this feeling a little longer. When I am without you, my thoughts are never fully here. They are drawn to you with a yearning that is as much of the heart as it is of the mind.
I must admit that while the days grow brighter, my heart feels heavy as I watch Lizzy languish in her sickbed. I fear for her spirits, and my thoughts drift endlessly to your kindness shown when you visited us last. Please, my dear Mr. Darcy, do share with me how you occupy your time during these spring days. I find myself eager for any news of back home.
Write to me, if you would be so kind. I shall be waiting, dear sir.
With all fondness, Y/N Darcy
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March 22nd, 1812 Pemberley
My Beloved,
How shall I confess that your letter has left me in a state I am hard-pressed to name? Indeed, writing to you is like an extension of my very self. Each stroke, each line—do you know that I feel it as I might feel the brush of your hand against mine? There is an indelible connection, one that feels as though it must be physical, though there are miles between us.
I trust your sister grows stronger with each day, and you tirelessly remain her watchful guardian. It is a testament to the deep bond of sisterhood, which I have come to admire greatly. Pray send Elizabeth my regards, and inform her that my thoughts of her continued recovery are unwavering.
Though I have been consumed with my affairs in Derbyshire, my thoughts frequently return to our last conversation. I recall the way you spoke of your family with such affection, your voice a melodious balm amidst the noise of society. The image of you walking through the gardens at Pemberley—blooming flowers reflecting in the depths of your attentive eyes—has imprinted itself in my mind.
If I could, I would ride to Longbourn at this very moment, yet I know my responsibilities bind me here. Therefore, I shall write fervently, as though my words are kisses shared between us, the longing amplified with each correspondence.
Until we meet again, I remain, Yours and only yours, Fitzwilliam
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March 25th, 1812 Longbourn
My Dearest Fitzwilliam,
There, I have written your name with all the tenderness I feel, and how bold it makes me to see it before me! Yes, I share in this strange, wonderful sensation. I confess, my love, I feel your presence as keenly as if you were seated beside me, gazing upon these pages as I write. It is a curious thing to be filled with such warmth, such softness, that one’s heart seems always on the brink of spilling over.
I can scarcely bring myself to sign each letter with only my name, as it feels inadequate, almost painfully so. To be yours, my love, is the sweetest privilege I could have imagined, and I find myself yearning, desperately, to be near you in every way.
Your thoughts of the garden fill me with delight. I have taken to reciting poetry aloud among the roses, imagining what your response would be to the verses spoken beneath the bold blue sky. I believe they carry a piece of my heart, much like your letters, which I shall treasure always.
Elizabeth has begun to show signs of improvement, and for this, I am grateful. Each gentle laugh shared between us only strengthens my resolve—the world, with all its trials, seems a bit more manageable when shared with those we deeply care for. It is my fervent hope that soon I may take you by the hand in joyful spirits to celebrate her recovery.
I must confess something, though it brings me to blush terribly—when I write to you, I imagine, quite foolishly, that you can feel each word as a kiss upon your hand, a gentle touch upon your cheek. Do you, too, feel this very sense that our words are not merely words, but a reaching of one soul to another?
My heart is forever yours, Y/N
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March 30th, 1812 Pemberley
My Heart,
Your letter has stirred within me a joy so great, I cannot begin to express it. Knowing Elizabeth's health is mending fills me with unparalleled happiness. Continue to offer her your gentle comfort; it is clear that your love sustains her during this difficult time.
To know that you, too, feel this connection, this sensation that each line, each stroke of pen, is more than an arrangement of ink—it is as if our very souls are imprinted upon the page. Yes, I feel it. I feel every word of yours as though it were a touch, a breath, and I read them over and over, savoring each syllable as I would savor the warmth of your embrace.
It is as if I am transported to your side, as if I might reach out and feel the softness of your hand beneath mine, your cheek flushed with warmth. I am lost in the wonder of this, my love. The world feels fuller, richer, knowing that I have you. And yet, it feels far too vast, too lonely, when we are apart.
May I confess to you, without reserve, that I long to hold you, to know you are near, to never again be parted from you? When I close my eyes, I imagine the day when we shall once more not require letters, when you will be here, beside me, and every unspoken thought, every tender feeling can be shared without the need for pen or page.
Until the day of your return, know that I am forever yours, as you are mine, in thought, in body, and in soul.
Yours eternally, Fitzwilliam
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April 2nd, 1812 Longbourn
My Dearest Husband,
How blessed am I, to have received such tender words from you. Your letter is a balm to my soul, a quiet reminder that I am loved more deeply than I dared hope. I hold each page close to my heart, feeling the weight of your affection as a physical warmth.
Yes, we are bound by something that defies all convention, something stronger than words and deeper than understanding. Your love surrounds me, fills me, and though miles separate us, I feel as though you are here, as real and as dear as my very heartbeat.
How I look forward to the day when these letters will be mere relics of a time when we were apart, a reminder of a love that sustained us through every distance.
I shall return home to Pemberley as soon as Elizabeth is strengthened enough to rise from her bed, which I am glad to believe will be most promptly. Until then, I am yours, with all my body and with all my soul.
With all the love in me, Y/N
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whats-in-a-sentence · 8 months ago
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When they were gone, Elizabeth, as if intending to exasperate herself as much as possible against Mr. Darcy, chose for her employment the examination of all the letters which Jane had written to her since being in Kent.
"Pride and Prejudice" - Jane Austen
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bethanydelleman · 2 years ago
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anghraine · 2 years ago
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For some reason, I woke up thinking about Elizabeth and the sort of physical dimension of the novel.
To back up a bit, Elizabeth's physicality as a character is pretty widely acknowledged. We know more about her appearance than that of any other character in the book, to begin with. She's the only character in P&P whose coloring we know anything about (she has beautiful dark eyes with fine eyelashes), while we repeatedly hear about her light figure, her summer tan, and her general attractiveness—she's not stunning, but pretty.
There's also a sense of physicality in terms of her actions and reactions. She habitually walks and runs. She blushes frequently; at Pemberley, before Darcy shows up, she blushes as she admits to knowing him, concedes that he's very handsome, and shortly thereafter blushes deeply again upon encountering Darcy himself. Her impression of Pemberley is powerfully affected by the physical features and aesthetic of it, more than by its grandeur. Upon meeting Georgiana, Elizabeth likes her but also can't seem to help noticing that Georgiana isn't as good-looking as Darcy. Later, when Darcy shows up in Hertfordshire with Bingley, Elizabeth blushes again, smiles with delight, and her eyes shine.
But something else I find interesting is that Elizabeth is also linked to physical things to some extent. There are the infamous muddy skirts that she drops her overskirt down to conceal. There's her book at Netherfield. She preserves Darcy's letter until their engagement and only destroys it for his peace of mind. She rushes to find her parasol for her confrontation with Lady Catherine. She wears a watch.
IDK, this isn't going anywhere in particular, but I find it interesting that we get this paraphernalia alongside a comparatively distinct sense of Elizabeth's physicality and how she interacts with the outside world. At the very least, I think the paraphernalia reinforces the sense of Elizabeth as a very physical presence in the world.
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I LOVE Pride and Prejudice but I would rather eat my own eyeballs than read Their Eyes Were Watching God ever again.
we were all forced to read “classics” in school so reblog and put the one you actually ended up liking a lot and the one you can’t fucking stand in the tags
my fave is Lord of the Flies and I ironically enough want to burn every copy of Fahrenheit 451. trash
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banananinjathebomb · 2 years ago
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There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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tenth-sentence · 8 months ago
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She knew but little of their meeting in Derbyshire, and therefore felt for the awkwardness which must attend her sister, in seeing him almost for the first time after receiving his explanatory letter.
"Pride and Prejudice" - Jane Austen
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tealvenetianmask · 5 months ago
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"Passion and Brimstone"
Sounds smuttier, but MAYBE.
Hey look, @holdingfermata.
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Is he reading Hell's version of "Pride and Prejudice"?
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