Pride and Prejudice
Today certainly seems to be a day for posting, doesn’t it. I just got back from watching the new Pride & Prejudice, and I absolutely loved it. Very well done. The performances were excellent, especially Keira Knightley’s. And Mr. Darcy’s speech at the end — “You’ve bewitched me body and soul” — is just plain awesome. Oh, the screening was one from Britain (we watched it on campus) and so they didn’t kiss at the end, interestingly enough.
Anyway, I went with my roommate and his girlfriend, and while she loved it, he was…well, bored. I suppose I’m of a different make from most guys — while the masculinity is certainly there, I find that movies like these appeal to me far more than sports do. And yet it’s not a concession to a “feminine side” or any such nonsense. (Why must I always feel duty-bound to defend my manliness whenever I talk about Jane Austen movies? 
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Watching the movie reminded me that my favorite stories are inevitably love stories. That’s what comes of being a romantic, I suppose. Perhaps I’ll try my hand at writing one or two — heaven knows I’ve crushed enough hearts and had my own shattered sufficiently to be qualified for the job. 
But now the evening grows late and my bedchamber beckons.
