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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
by: Jane Austen
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.
Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley"s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she hardly had a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness. Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.
A lady"s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.
If I endeavor to undeceive people as to the rest of his conct, who will believe me? The general prejudice against Mr. Darcy is so violent that it would be the death of half the good people in Meryton, to attempt to place him in an amiable light.
Nothing is more deceitful ... than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.
The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance.
You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.
To yield readily--easily--to the persuasion of a friend is no merit.... To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of either.
Elizabeth, having rather expected to affront him, was amazed at his gallantry; but there was a mixture of sweetness and archness in her manner which made it difficult for her to affront anybody; and Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really believed, that were it not for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger.
Good opinion once lost, is lost forever.
There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil— a natural defect, which not even the best ecation can overcome.
It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?
Mr. Collins was not a sensible man, and the deficiency of nature had been but little assisted by ecation or society.
Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.
It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.
It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.
I do assure you, Sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.
The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
Mr. Collins is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who married him cannot have a proper way of thinking.
We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does.
We do not suffer by accident. It does not often happen that the interference of friends will persuade a young man of independent fortune to think no more of a girl whom he was violently in love with only a few days before.
I never saw a more promising inclination; he was growing quite inattentive to other people, and wholly engrossed by her. Every time they met, it was more decided and remarkable. At his own ball he offended two or three young ladies, by not asking them to dance; and I spoke to him twice myself, without receiving an answer. Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?
Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?
Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.
My fingers ... do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women"s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not proce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault- because I would not take the trouble of practising.
More than once did Elizabeth, in her ramble within the park, unexpectedly meet Mr. Darcy. She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should bring him where no one else was brought, and, to prevent its ever happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favourite haunt of hers. How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very odd! Yet it did, and even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her.
Elizabeth"s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well; but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed; and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority— of its being a degradation— of the family obstacles which judgement had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed e to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.
The tumult of her mind, was now painfully great. She knew not how to support herself, and from actual weakness sat down and cried for half-an-hour. Her astonishment, as she reflected on what had passed, was increased by every review of it. That she should receive an offer of marriage from Mr. Darcy! That he should have been in love with her for so many months! So much in love as to wish to marry her in spite of all the objections which had made him prevent his friend"s marrying her sister, and which must appear at least with equal force in his own case— was almost incredible! It was gratifying to have inspired unconsciously so strong an affection. But his pride, his abominable pride— his shameless avowal of what he had done with respect to Jane— his unpardonable assurance in acknowledging, though he could not justify it, and the unfeeling manner in which he had mentioned Mr. Wickham, his cruelty towards whom he had not attempted to deny, soon overcame the pity which the consideration of his attachment had for a moment excited.
He expressed no regret for what he had done which satisfied her; his style was not penitent, but haughty. It was all pride and insolence.
Elizabeth was pleased to find that he had not betrayed the interference of his friend; for though Jane had the most generous and forgiving heart in the world, she knew it was a circumstance which must prejudice her against him.
I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.
Neither ty, nor honour, nor gratitude ... have any possible claim on me.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?
They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.
I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you, because I was so unlike them.
Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings only to see you. I have fought against judgement, my family"s expectation,the inferiority of your birth, my rank. I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth: I don"t understand.
Darcy: I love you.Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
Elizabeth: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. It was unconsciously done.
Darcy: Is this your reply?
Elizabeth: Yes, sir.
Darcy: Are you laughing at me?
Darcy: Are you rejecting me?
Elizabeth: I"m sure the feelings which hindered your regard will help you overcome it.
Darcy: Might I ask why with so little civility I am thus repulsed?
Elizabeth: I might enquire why you told me you liked me against your better judgement? If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But you know I have other reasons.
Darcy: What reasons?
Elizabeth: Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to censure for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in acute misery?
Darcy: I do not deny it.
Elizabeth: How could you do it?
Darcy: I believed your sister indifferent to him. I realised his attachment was deeper than hers.
Elizabeth: She"s shy!
Darcy: Bingley was persuaded she didn"t feel strongly.
Elizabeth: You suggested it.
Darcy: For his own good.
Elizabeth: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me. I suppose his fortune had some bearing?
Darcy: I wouldn"t do your sister the dishonour. It was suggested...
Elizabeth: What was?
Darcy: It was clear an advantageous marriage...
Elizabeth: Did my sister give that impression?
Darcy: No! No. There was, however, your family...
Elizabeth: Our want of connection?
Darcy: No, it was more than that.
Elizabeth: How, sir?
Darcy: The lack of propriety shown by your mother, younger sisters and your father. Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude from this.
Elizabeth: And what about Mr Wickham?
Darcy: Mr Wickham?
Elizabeth: What excuse can you give for your behaviour?
Darcy: You take an eager interest.
Elizabeth: He told me of his misfortunes.
Darcy: Oh, they have been great.
Elizabeth: You ruin his chances yet treat him with sarcasm.
Darcy: So this is your opinion of me? Thank you. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt
by my scruples about our relationship. I am to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?
a gentleman. Your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realise you were the last man in the world I could ever marry.
Darcy: Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.
- I couldn"t sleep.
- Nor I. My aunt...
-Yes, she was here.
-How can I ever make amends
for such behaviour?
-After what you"ve done for Lydia
and, I suspect, for Jane, it is I who should be making amends.
-You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. You spoke with my aunt last night
and it has taught me to hope as I"d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they
were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes
have not changed. But one word from you will silence me for ever.
your feelings have changed...
...I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me,
body and soul, and I love...
I love... I love you.
I never wish to be parted
from you from this day on.（最深情的一段）
Your hands are cold.（最后他们终于相拥了……）
Will be buried in too deep feelings sometimes is a bad thing. If a woman to cover up his own love of the man"s feelings, she may have lost his chance.(我自己翻译的)