Saturday, January 07, 2006
I really didn't see this coming, but I think i'm growing a slight obsession with the classics. Not in the sense of reading them, just because they can be slightly dry and redundant. But the movies are something completely different.I'll wait for my Mr.Darcy
I wasn't excited to see the Pride and Prejudice that is out right now, but my mom kept asking me when it was that we were going to go see it. Well, I saw it. And not only am I smitten by Mr.Darcy, but the acting was exceptional. I saw it again today with my dad, and I would gladly see it again for a third time. Not only that, but now I want to go rent Dr.Zhivago, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights, you name it.
I guess it was that Mr.Darcy who is driving this slight obsession. Or perhaps not him, but how he loved Elizabeth Bennett. I want to be loved like that. He never had eyes for any other woman, but Elizabeth competely bewitched him. He was so often misunderstood as being prideful and pompous, when in reality he was the saintly good samaritan. The scene where it's raining, and they are standing in a great dome, and he tells her he loves her--unforgettable.
Where are the Mr.Darcys of the world? The men who don't throw out their love to just any woman, but save it for the best? The men who aren't afraid to fight for love even if it seems unattainable. Who are relentless in their pursuit.
I want a Mr.Darcy to love me.11:32 PM 3 Falling Stars
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