Have I mentioned I'm a fan of screenwriter Andrew Davies' 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice? (The final episode airs tonight on on Masterpiece, giving the Academy Awards a run for its money. Tivo will be humming!) As I've been watching the rebroadcast of the series, I'm realizing how much I've internalized Davies' words. I so often hear them in my head, a 19th century narration for our 21st century lives.
Our weekly frenzied tumble to make it on time to gymnastics spills out the back door punctuated by my barking orders and I hear "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and to laugh at them in our turn?"
Of our daughters: "Our life holds few distinctions, Mrs. Bennett, but I think I may safely boast that here sit two of the silliest girls in the whole country."
And of dear husband: "He is perfectly amiable. If you only knew his generous nature. He is truly the best man I have ever known."