““What is your favorite book?” One of Jane’s dark eyebrows lifted. “Rather like choosing a favorite shade of blue, my lady. Each is beautiful in its own way. . . Understand you are forcing an artificial construct upon that which cannot possibly be measured. . .Pride and Prejudice.” . . . Jane came alive in that moment, animatedly describing the romance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Jane was positively rapturous over the surly Mr. Darcy in particular, explaining that he was woefully misunderstood. “You see, pride in his position within society was in many ways to be expected, but he shows admirable strength of character in setting aside those presumptions and following the dictates of his heart—devotion to his Elizabeth.””
