dedalus Posted June 8, 2010 Share Posted June 8, 2010 After the wedding, great joy: Elizabeth Bennett is now Mrs. Darcy! Her mother can die of happiness. Darcy is gentle in the bed on the first night; in fact, nothing happens, no stained sheets to delight the examining servants. Slowly, gradually, the lovers discover love; O Lord, such a fine, unexpected ... sudden revelation: the wonders of physical difference! Mr. Collins would have been scandalized. A jolly good shag is an act of worship. So nice if it's your legal wife. Nice, also, if she has no headaches. They all do, the wives, you know, but not so much the girlfriends. Elizabeth meets the servants: the cook, in particular, thinks who is this jumped-up little snip? The ancient, hooded-eyed butler with his tip of five guineas in gold, warns them all to behave. Mister Darcy goes away, Elizabeth remains behind. The servants seek their chance. There is no chance. Elizabeth is sweet but tough as nails, and the 5-guinea butler backs her. Mister Bingley and Jane have a girl, how the village rejoices! Mister Darcy and Elizabeth have nothing to show for all their passion: oh, dear. Years proceed. Bingley and Jane have another three but Darcy and Lizzie have none. They try (energetically) but by and by Stop. The servants murmur, the years proceed. Darcy spends more time in London, on business, he says. There he meets a beguiling lady. Matters entangle and soon a b------ son is born. Darcy sees his only child and loves him. Oh dear, oh dear. Elizabeth resides at home, sole mistress of a Palladian mansion. She is barren, lonely, and suspicious, so when mud-stained galloping Darcy returns, on his exhausted horse, she makes the fatal feminine mistake of accusation. Darcy dismisses the servants, sits in a room lit by seven candles. Alarmed by the state of his difficult wife, now so tearful, haggard and gaunt, he reflects, irritated, guilty, over his port, and thinks but does not say -- God, I wish I'd never married her! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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