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The TV Tropes page for Pride and Prejudice was looking like it had been cleaned up, apart from the insistence on the (imo superficial) interpretation that Elizabeth is genuinely indifferent to Darcy, and then

Oblivious to Love: Elizabeth initially has on idea that Darcy is interested in her and mistakes his interest as disapproval, which is justified given his unkind remarks at the first ball and tendency to stare at her without smiling.


AGGGGGGH



“I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love,” said Darcy.

“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”

Darcy only smiled; and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again.



“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil–a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”

“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”

“And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”



Mr Darcy smiled; but Elizabeth thought she could perceive that he was rather offended; and therefore checked her laugh.



After a pause of some minutes she addressed him a second time with–“It is your turn to say something now, Mr Darcy–I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.”

He smiled, and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be said.



“What think you of books?” said he, smiling.

“Books–Oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings.”

“I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions.”



“It is a proof of your own attachment to Hertfordshire. anything beyond the very neighbourhood of Longbourn, I suppose, would appear far.”

As he spoke there was a sort of smile which Elizabeth fancied she understood; he must be supposing her to be thinking of Jane and Netherfield, and she blushed as she answered



“Indeed, Mr Darcy, it is very ungenerous in you to mention all that you knew to my disadvantage in Hertfordshire–and, give me leave to say, very impolitic too–for it is provoking me to retaliate, and such things may come out as will shock your relations to hear.”

“I am not afraid of you,” said he smilingly.



“My fingers,” said Elizabeth, “do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault–because I would not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.”

Darcy smiled and said, “You are perfectly right. You have employed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you can think anything wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.”



She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity.



Elizabeth walked on in quest of the only face whose features would be known to her. At last it arrested her–and she beheld a striking resemblance of Mr Darcy, with such a smile over the face as she remembered to have sometimes seen when he looked at her.



she sat in misery till Mr Darcy appeared again, when, looking at him, she was a little relieved by his smile.





tags:

#the tallest hill of all my hills #GIVE ME SMILING DARCY OR GIVE ME DEATH #no he's not particularly lighthearted and upbeat in the way she is - he's described as serious and calm and stiff #but he's not a brooding humourless plank either #he dislikes ridicule and ridiculousness unlike e #but his sense of humour is dry and sharp and quick like hers #there's a great footnote to a faintly irritating article i was reading today: #'they speak the same language' #and how their underlying similarities of taste and intelligence and values that emerge in the verbal back-and-forth #underscore their real compatability #THEY'RE NOT OPPOSITES KILL IT NOW

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