| vecās labās muļķības. bet bez TĀ.. [mini-versija] |
Sep. 7th, 2010|07:54 pm |
pat īsti nezinu.. bet man liekas kārtējais deja vu - vsm kkādā manā lasījumā..
| GONE WITH THE WIND |
PRIDE & PREJUDICE |
- Well, what if he is? - cried Scarlett, goaded. - I don’t care to discuss him with you because you can’t understand him or his kind of love. The only kind of love you know about is just.. well, the kind you carry on with creatures like that Watling woman.
- Oh, - said Rhett softly. - So I am only capable of carnal lusts?
- Well, you know it’s true.
- Now I appreciate your hesitance in discussing the matter with me. My unclean hands and lips besmirch the purity of his love.
- Well, yes... something like that. |
- His misfortunes! - repeated Darcy contemptuously; - yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed.
- And of your infliction, - cried Elizabeth with energy. - You have reduced him to his present state of poverty--comparative poverty. You have withheld the advantages which you must know to have been designed for him. You have deprived the best years of his life of that independence which was no less his due than his desert. You have done all this! And yet you can treat the mention of his misfortune with contempt and ridicule.
- And this, - cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, - is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed! |
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