Living in a country with not only a Prime Minister but a member of royalty ruling the classes, one would be lying if one admitted that one was not an Anglophile of some degree.
Unless, of course, one lives in Quebec.
Which one does not.
(Thus concludes one's sad attempt at speaking in regal-ese. Back to our normally scheduled programming)
I've been through my 'Brideshead Revisited' phase - watched the mini-series, read the book, listened to the soundtrack whilst sipping tea and racing bejewelled turtles.
I did the whole 'Lady Di' scene - wore the hairstyle, perfected my coquettish lowered head/upward eyes glance and shy smile, had two heirs to the throne. Job well done.
I have to admit, however - somewhat shamefacedly - I came a little late to the 'Pride and Prejudice' party. One of the Baron's friends lent me the BBC miniseries to watch a few years back, and I was immediately, absolutely, charmed. Elizabeth Bennet's lexiconography tickled my ears, and made me positively giddy. I swooned over Colin Firth's Mr. Darcy.
I was more than a little sad when this gem scrolled through the final credits - however would I get my Anglo fix?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank goodness for 'Becoming Jane'. I proceeded to swoon over McAvoy. And marvelled over the freaks of nature that are known as Anne Hathaway's eyes.
Now, thanks to the heads up from my fellow JAPPS (Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice Society - pshaw - what were you thinking?), I have learned of the latest BBC endeavour to cash in on our fair Jane - "Lost in Austen".
Here, where modern meets past, the characters are colored with an extra brushstroke of exaggeration and affection.
And, just like the novel and the mini-series preceding it, some of the delicious lines transcend time, and are completely relateable.
When appalled by bad behaviours that teems around us, both me and a certain Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy are of the same mind:
When just tired of everything and nothing in particular, I share the opinion of the put-upon and ova-centrically weary Mr. Bennet:
But mostly, I try with all intention to heed the words of my new herione, Miss Amanda Price:
Unless, of course, one lives in Quebec.
Which one does not.
(Thus concludes one's sad attempt at speaking in regal-ese. Back to our normally scheduled programming)
I've been through my 'Brideshead Revisited' phase - watched the mini-series, read the book, listened to the soundtrack whilst sipping tea and racing bejewelled turtles.
I did the whole 'Lady Di' scene - wore the hairstyle, perfected my coquettish lowered head/upward eyes glance and shy smile, had two heirs to the throne. Job well done.
I have to admit, however - somewhat shamefacedly - I came a little late to the 'Pride and Prejudice' party. One of the Baron's friends lent me the BBC miniseries to watch a few years back, and I was immediately, absolutely, charmed. Elizabeth Bennet's lexiconography tickled my ears, and made me positively giddy. I swooned over Colin Firth's Mr. Darcy.
I was more than a little sad when this gem scrolled through the final credits - however would I get my Anglo fix?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank goodness for 'Becoming Jane'. I proceeded to swoon over McAvoy. And marvelled over the freaks of nature that are known as Anne Hathaway's eyes.
Now, thanks to the heads up from my fellow JAPPS (Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice Society - pshaw - what were you thinking?), I have learned of the latest BBC endeavour to cash in on our fair Jane - "Lost in Austen".
Here, where modern meets past, the characters are colored with an extra brushstroke of exaggeration and affection.
And, just like the novel and the mini-series preceding it, some of the delicious lines transcend time, and are completely relateable.
When appalled by bad behaviours that teems around us, both me and a certain Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy are of the same mind:
"Everywhere I behold the squalid prospect of grasping arrivistes, harlots, and liars, scrabbling over each other in the sewer that is existence outside of society."
When just tired of everything and nothing in particular, I share the opinion of the put-upon and ova-centrically weary Mr. Bennet:
"What I do, Madam, is collide with folly and conceit whenever I am rash enough to step outside this room. Henceforth, I am minded to remain here."
But mostly, I try with all intention to heed the words of my new herione, Miss Amanda Price:
"We are not condemned to endure our lives. We can change them."
I love that.
Isn't it time to lay that burden down?
Life is fleeting, people. Condemn yourself instead to a life of enjoyment.
Mere enduring, to my mind, seem to be a burden that we ourselves have packed and parceled with no regard to the length of time we must carry it forward.
Isn't it time to lay that burden down?
Life is fleeting, people. Condemn yourself instead to a life of enjoyment.
