Soft-hearted Jane Austen

Kenyatta 2022-03-23 09:01:56

I thought Jane Austen's stories were always happy and peaceful depictions of trivial love, but I was wrong.
Compared to Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility is far colder and more realistic.
There are not many people to like in this story.

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Let's talk about the sense side first.
Elinor and Edward are obviously always the representatives of forbearance. Although I have to think about myself, if I, who were born cold-blooded, lived in such a world, I would undoubtedly stand on their side. But the restraint and abstinence of these two really exceeded my tolerance limit! ! To put it mildly , they are "one stick can't make a fart"...
If this story is completed by a writer who has no "love" (such as me), these two can only have a silent ending.
Both sides bear the cross of love.
It's all over before it happens.

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Say sensibility again.
Marianne is undoubtedly a good girl. She is warm and forthright, true to her heart, and never hides her emotions.
But unfortunately, the dark heart is like I hate such reckless naivety who takes love as the sky, not to mention that she is already an adult. Like a meaningful conversation between Elinor and Colonel Brandon (the gentle old man, one of the few characters I

love in this film):
"—the sooner she sees the world, the better.
Like Lingmei, her personality is as impulsive and lovely. Later, she was forced to recognize the world.
The result was pain and despair."

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Then came the villains.
Mr.Willoughby was liked by almost everyone as soon as he appeared, but I hated him from the beginning.
Because he has too many inferior qualities of today's boys, such as selfishness, zhuangbility, frivolity, and rhetoric, he does not have all the virtues a man should have.
He of the "Heartless Man" and Lucy of the "Hypocrite Woman" have successfully become characters that I absolutely hate. They are the perfect match.

………… There is always a vague feeling in the process of watching the film, I don’t know what to say
. And when the embarrassed sisters returned from the dance, Elinor comforted Marianne. "—Marianne, please tell me. —don't ask me. (coldly)—you don't trust me. (disappointed) —you don't say it yourself. (reproachfully) —I There's nothing to say. (embarrassingly and painfully) - then we have nothing to say. (bitterly) "That's it! In fact, there is nothing profound, it is human nature. The older sister, who is not young, lacks beauty, and only chooses gentle restraint in exchange for praise from others. In this way, she grew up with a beautiful younger sister who sang beautifully and was young, so she must have complex emotions hidden deep in her heart. What about my sister? Beauty and musical talent must have spoiled her relatives and friends. She doesn't know how to restrain herself, she doesn't know how to understand the general situation, and she doesn't know how to tolerate others' criticism or malice towards her. She must be disdainful of her sister's principles of doing things. The first time I had a sense of discord was when this dialogue between the sisters took place. "—Well, Marianne, you talked about Shakespeare and other poetry. When you know what he thinks about love, you'll have no conversation. — I don't think I'm reserved, I should just talk about the weather.— Mr. Willoughby makes it clear that you are interested in him. —Why should I hide? …If I hide my feelings, I will be like you."




















As soon as the words fell, the three of them were stunned.
"—I'm really sorry
...—no need to explain."
Elinor hurried off with an embarrassed pallor, as his satisfied sister stabbed the festering wound in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, Marianne vented her anger to her mother and said,
"I really don't know her."

If this story is told by a writer who has no "love" (I'm here again...), such as Yi Shu, such as Eileen Chang.
This pair of sisters may have a very good relationship on the surface, but they will never communicate.
Sisters and enemies.
The natural enemy.

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Finally my favorite character.
Fate had been unfair to Colonel Brandon, who saw Marianne at her best when he first saw her. From then on, she was his angel.
Whoever falls in love first loses.
He didn't think he deserved her, "How could Marianne like someone like me". It's not her fault that she doesn't love him, it's his own fault.
Shallow, dreaming of Prince Charming, Marianne hates this man, this gentle old man who loves her with all his heart.
But he still loves her. I want to see her face and her smile every day. He was the first to see her after her fracture, even if he brought flowers from the greenhouse that she didn't like.
The angel is in love, but the one who loves is not him. He looked at her from a distance, not wishing to upset the angel.
Just care about her from a distance.
Abandoned by Willoughby, Marianne is dismayed and lost.
The first place Colonel Brandon looked for was the flower room, which was actually his inner monologue. He wanted Marianne to be like a flower in a greenhouse, as he had said to Elinor before. "There are some pains that can be avoided." Even if he still can't control some things from happening.
As long as she is happy. His own happiness is to see her happy.


PS. Sorry for my dark side again...
PS and PS. A few lines I care about:
Is love a fancy or a feeling? No, it is immortal as immaculate truth.

The sooner she is acquainted with the ways of the world, the better.
I knew a lady with the same sweetness of temper -- who was forced into a better acquaintance with the world. The result was only ruination and despair.
Do not desire it.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds -- or bends with the remover to remove.

Nor is the earth the lesse, or loseth aught.
What from one place doth fall is with the tide to another brought.
For there is nothing lost but may be found ...
... if sought.

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Sense and Sensibility quotes

  • Elinor Dashwood: Marianne, please try... I... I cannot... I cannot do without you. Oh, please, I... I-I have tried to bear everything else... I will try... Please, dearest, beloved Marianne, do not leave me alone.

  • Marianne: Colonel Brandon.

    [Though trying to slip out, he eases slowly back into the room, almost afraid to speak]

    Marianne: Thank you.

    [a fleeting look of mild gratitude crosses his face from these first sincerely kind words she's ever spoken to him]