Beth tells me I'm very good at making myself depressed. It's true. Tonight Logan and I went to Pride and Prejudice to relive our Chatsworth experience together (the estate that was used for Pemberley). As soon as the movie started I realized how homesick it was going to make me for England. And add to that a Mr. Darcy that I love. I'm ridiculous.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
What are men to rocks and mountains?
Posted by voyageuse at 2:08 AM
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You're the second person this week I've heard describe Mr. Darcy as her dream man. He is SO not mine. Could you really deal with that moodiness on a daily basis? I could not, especially considering my own.
I don't think I would say that Mr. Darcy is my dream man, I feel far too much like a sappy BYU coed then... but I do love how intelligent, critical, quiet, complex, fair, and sensitive he is. I'm not sure about Colin Firth's Mr. Darcy, but I would take Matthew Macfadyen's Mr. Darcy any day. And how can I blame someone else for being moody when I indulge from time to time.
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