I never thought I'd be defending this . . .

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. . . because I tend to have little but contempt for the people who go on about Darcy and Elizabeth’s throbbing passion or whatever.  (Some words should be expunged from all literary discussion, seriously.)  However, it turns out that these people have their equally crazy counterparts on the other side – who go on about how dispassionate their relationship is (not to put too fine a point on it – what the bloody hell?) and how Elizabeth never falls in love with Darcy, or even feels attracted to him, but merely feels a detached respect for his general character.  This, frankly, always gives me the impression that the person espousing it has never managed to read past Ch 36.

 

( Feel the respect . . . )