Now What?

I’m afraid I reached the climax of the novel. I know my blogs have not been about the literary devices that Austen uses, or irony, or satire or analysis of the plot but rather my female teen opinion of what literally is going on. But I can’t handle the need to write about it. When everything seemed to be calm and monotonous and even boring BOOM Austen decides to shake my world with Mr. Darcy’s confession.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” (142)

I swear there is no way for anyone to not feel anything when reading this. I know girls obviously get much more excited, scream, laugh, cover their mouth with their hand, open their eyes, sigh among other reactions, but boys… I am certain they feel something too. These four sentences are the most important sentences in the whole novel. After 142 pages of a hernia waiting for him to spit it out, he finally does and so unpredictable that I feel as dumbfounded as Elizabeth. I never expected Mr. Darcy to confess his feelings that way. Notice that the first three sentences are incredibly short in comparison to the long and elaborated previous ones of his unique dialogue. He is nervous and indeed, struggling to make words come out of his mouth. He finally manages to do so, childish. The length and conciseness of the sentences show how desperate he was that he lacks the patience to tell her his feelings slowly and romantically. That’s why he protagonists the novel, very different to any other male character and to the standard gentleman of the time.

The story will change its course drastically, what we had been wishing for happened and now what? Elizabeth rejects him but then what? She cant now move on like nothing happened, she is a woman and her heart was shaken violently by a man she believes to hate. The story can’t go on now talking about Jane’s beauty or Mary’s piano performances or Mrs. And Mr. Collins or the irritating excellency of Lady Catherine or the books Elizabeth reads. Nah ah. I want some romance!