I’m a wee bit obsessed with Jane Austen and in particular Pride and Prejudice. After reading and re-reading and re-reading Pride and Prejudice, I decided I should re-read one of her other books for a change of pace. Persuasion is my next favourite of her writings, and I found this passage in it that at some point I had highlighted. It’s been playing in my mind all week now.
My hope is that my words and life may be sincere, that I may even sometimes say a careless or hasty thing….
(to set up this passage… Mr. Elliot is who everyone presumes Anne is interested in and should consider as a suitor).
“Mr. Elliot was rational, discreet, polished, – but he was not open. There was never any burst of feeling, any warmth of indignation or delight, at the evil or good of others. This, to Anne, was a decided imperfection. Her early impressions were incurable. She prized the frank, the open-hearted, the eager character beyond all others. Warmth and enthusiasm did captivate her still. She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.”
And because you always need an image… here’s one Mark snapped of me. Speaking of looking careless… ha ha!
Celebrating life and love,