Loving Mr. Darcy
My idea of good company is that of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation. But, I fear Loving Mr. Darcy seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. Its author appears to possess the unhappy talent of flattering without delicacy. These attentions appear to proceed from the impulse of the moment (2005 film), rather than the result of previous study (Pride and Prejudice). On the subject of cultural and linguistic anachronisms, may I make bold to remind authors one and all that an artist cannot do anything slovenly?
I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours, and I am firm in the belief that the person who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress. Moreover, I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting. Yet, those who do not complain, are never pitied.
