CLASSICS

I found a CD that I have of Beethoven and I am just loving it! I love the classics. It is so relaxing and soothing.

On Friday night as I mentioned, I watched Pride and Prejudice - ladies this is a MUST see. It is the most beautiful romantic movie I have seen in the LONGEST time. The calssic story written by Jane Austen is a favourite among many and I feel they really did it justice.
The picturesque countryside, the HUGE mansions, the electricity between two young people who feel attracted to one another when they touch for the first time at a ball. The tension when there is so much to be said between two people and neither of them can find the words to say what needs tobe said.

Oh it was absolutely wonderful. I think I will go and buy it for myself to keep. There is definitely something to be said for the authors of old. The way they wrote, the vocabulary, the humour. You have to read so carefully so you don't miss it. And for the way in which things were done in the 18th century. Young men and women didn't touch - even in a greeting. There was never any shaking of hands as we do today and the only time they could really touch without creating a stir was at a ball while dancing. Greetings were very formal and the ladies would simply courtsey and the gentelmen would give a small polite bow.
They never called each other by name - it was always Mr and Miss so and so. A gentleman in those days truly was a gentleman. They would stand whenever a lady entered a room even if she went in and out of the same room 3 or 4 times - everytime she would enter, they would stand up.

There is one scene where Mr Darcey helps Miss Lizzy up into her buggy and that first touch between them leaves a remarkable impression on them both - a very short and common touch, but for them one that was so charged. I cannot remember when last I so enjoyed a movie. So pure and innocent. I do think sometimes I could have happily lived in those days. I am such a romantic at heart and I get so swept up in something like that quite easily.
I don't think I shall ever forget the vision of Mr Darcey as he appeared out of the mist that early morning when Lizzy had been out walking cause she couldn't sleep. It is so obvious that he had to exsercise a considerable amount of self control so as not to run to where she stood breathless at the sight of him and draw her into his arms and whisk her away.

Do yourself a favour, get this movie and travel back in time for a while... it is so worth it.