Novels about headstrong women (mostly brunettes, I might add), frivolous sisters, and shallow families who seek only money and a name. The wealthy Baroness is somehow thrown into the mix as well.
Yet these novels, and short films on PBS (for me that is) hit something so much more real than "When In Rome" or even "Win A Date with Tad Hamilton." There is something about life and love and loss that Miss Austen has been able to so successfully weave into her stories of Anne (Persuasion), Emma (Emma), and Elizabeth (Pride and Prejudice), that I cannot help but hope.
To receive a letter saying:
"I can bear this no longer, you pierce my soul, in half agony and half hope, I have loved none but you...For you alone I think and plan, do you not see this? I must go uncertain of my fate. A word, a look, would be enough. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever."
With the beautiful piano composition building and building as I run through the cobblestone streets of Bath with the letter half ripped apart in my hands, frantically searching for the author.
I have convinced myself that his scene is more of a reality then a magical coin from an Italian fountain. Maybe I am wrong.
I would consider myself blessed to live 'Persuasion.' In half the sense. That I wouldn't have to lose that love. For the other half-of the pain and punishment that Anne had to face for 8 years, I don't want that. But tit for tat I guess.
Montreal
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