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He had been in love with Emma, and jealous of Frank Churchill, from about the same period, one sentiment having probably enlightened him as to the other. It was his jealousy of Frank Churchill that had taken him from the country. The Box-Hill party had decided him on going away. He would save himself from witnessing again such permitted, encouraged attentions. He had gone to learn to be indifferent. But he had gone to a wrong place. There was too much domestic happiness in his brother’s house; woman wore too amiable a form in it; Isabella was too much like Emma — differing only in those striking inferiorities, which always brought the other in brilliancy before him, for much to have been done, even had his time been longer. He had staid on, however, vigorously, day after day — till this very morning’s post had conveyed the history of Jane Fairfax. Then, with the gladness which must be felt, nay, which he did not scruple to feel, having never believed Frank Churchill to be at all deserving Emma, was there so much fond solicitude, so much keen anxiety for her, that he could stay no longer. He had ridden home through the rain; and had walked up directly after dinner, to see how this sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults, bore the discovery.


Mansfield Park (2007)

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.


Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.
— Jane Austen, Persuasion (via observando)

"Oh!" cried Emma, "I know there is not a better creature in the world: but you must allow, that what is good and what is ridiculous are most unfortunately blended in her."

"They are blended," said he, "I acknowledge; and, were she prosperous, I could allow much for the occasional prevalence of the ridiculous over the good. Were she a woman of fortune, I would leave every harmless absurdity to take its chance, I would not quarrel with you for any liberties of manner. Were she your equal in situation — but, Emma, consider how far this is from being the case. She is poor; she has sunk from the comforts she was born to; and, if she live to old age, must probably sink more. Her situation should secure your compassion. It was badly done, indeed! You, whom she had known from an infant, whom she had seen grow up from a period when her notice was an honour, to have you now, in thoughtless spirits, and the pride of the moment, laugh at her, humble her — and before her niece, too — and before others, many of whom (certainly some,) would be entirely guided by your treatment of her. This is not pleasant to you, Emma — and it is very far from pleasant to me; but I must, I will, — I will tell you truths while I can, satisfied with proving myself your friend by very faithful counsel, and trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now."



A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.




When they all sat down it was better; to her taste a great deal better, for Frank Churchill grew talkative and gay, making her his first object. Every distinguishing attention that could be paid, was paid to her. To amuse her, and be agreeable in her eyes, seemed all that he cared for - and Emma, glad to be enlivened, not sorry to be flattered, was gay and easy too, and gave him all the friendly encouragement, the admission to be gallant, which she had ever given in the first and most animating period of their acquaintance; but which now, in her own estimation, meant nothing, though in the judgment of most people looking on it must have had such an appearance as no English word but flirtation could very well describe. “Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Woodhouse flirted together excessively.” They were laying themselves open to that very phrase - and to having it sent off in a letter to Maple Grove by one lady, to Ireland by another. Not that Emma was gay and thoughtless from any real felicity; it was rather because she felt less happy than she had expected. She laughed because she was disappointed; and though she liked him for his attentions, and thought them all, whether in friendship, admiration, or playfulness, extremely judicious, they were not winning back her heart.


Anonymous asked:
austenland or lost in austen

i can’t give a one title answer to this question

the first time i watched Lost in Austen, i fell in love with it. and let’s not forget the cast they assembled: Hugh Bonneville, Alex Kingston, Lindsay Duncan, Guy Henry. some real British acting royalty (but kudos to Austenland for getting Rupert Vansittart the original Mr Hurst as dodgy Wattles). i was particularly obsessed with that final scene between Amanda and Darcy and would watch it on repeat before i had to go to school. before i had to go to schoolit was a problem. the twist in the Wickham/Georgiana, Jane/Collins stories, the introduction of the Collins brothers, the Lydia/Bingley dash…it all felt fresh to me, though silly (because let’s face it, there’s no logic in secret worlds behind the bathroom plumbing or public loos). but i think silly is what an Austen x Narnia in the cupboard type adaptation should be. taking it too seriously and the view that it blasphemes Austen’s original work never entered my mind. the similar silliness of Austenland helped me appreciate it as an endearingly over the top fan letter to Jane Austen’s most popular novel. i liked the idea of the Austenland experience. though like its main character says, it seems a bit wrong to have paid actors try to convince you you’re in love - but hey i’ll try to embrace it as part of its overall silliness. and an extra note about Elizabeth Charming and Amelia - some lines i found hilarious the first time - on repeated viewings, they’re painful to watch. i literally laughed out loud at Amanda’s lines. call me a simpleton or easily entertained but it’s true. claude you’re kidding, bumface, i’ve got an itch. Jane Erstwhile’s it’s hot in here and ninja number got a chuckle but Amanda’s Elizabeth wins the funnies for me.

can i talk about the Darcys? i’m going to talk about the Darcys. after watching Lost, one lunchtime, my friend and i ranked portrayals of darcy from favourite to least favourite because let’s face it, that was more fun than talking to actual rl boys. as much as Colin was able to steal my heart, he took 4 hours longer than Matthew took to do so (and tbh i believed the sexual tension and the chemistry between Keira and Matthew more than i did between Jennifer and Colin. please don’t misunderstand me - i adore 1995’s Pride for different reasons c.f. 2005. but if ever there were an otp between me and a movie/series, it would be 2005 Pride) and so i ranked Matthew first and Colin second. Elliot’s Darcy in Lost, i put second also. he does a very good smoulder. and then there’s the lake scene. JJ’s Darcy never got to take a dip (yes, he gets to ride in the rain but he already did that in Northanger so minus points - seen it before. don’t get me wrong - i liked the riding in the rain. i liked it a lot. but i demand a body of water) and i think that’s really the only reason he comes third. Olivier’s Darcy comes third too and only because i have mixed feelings about 50s Pride - as a standalone movie, i.e. with no novel background, it’s a good movie, but as an Austen adaptation, I’m not so sure..I’ll say more about this in another reply/post another day.

there’s a lot more i want to say and i’ve glossed terribly over what i should delve into more but i think this will do for now. so in short, my answer is Lost in Austen.



dear-austen asked:
What's your favorite Austen novel?

it is a truth universally acknowledged that Pride and Prejudice is, and always will be, my jam