FC: "Things Are Not Always What They Seem"
1: Sense and Sensibility: | The Diary of: Elinor Dashwood
2: Entry 1 Ever since the death of Father, there has been an incessant flow of troubling situations and emotions polluting the Dashwood home like a poisonous miasma. With each day that passes, Mother becomes more and more depressed. Marianne, like Mother, has suffered a great deal since Father's passing on. Being Marianne, she has no problem expressing exactly what she feels (Austen 6). That is one difference between Marianne and I; she allows her emotions to control her. I believe that such expression of emotion is quite immaterial. It is indubitable that someone needs to keep a level head around here; I might as well be the one to do it. Of course I am grieving, but I have to be strong for my family. Now that Fanny has moved in, it seems our household is on an emotional ride. Since the day Fanny arrived, she has done nothing but added to the pain that my family and I have been suffering through. Though it is hard, I must try not to allow my emotions to overcome me. I need to be the sense to my sister's sensibility. How hard it is to walk through the halls of our home and see Fanny; she has taken over everything. She is like a tyrant. She is such an inconsiderate person. You would think she would at least know how to show some respect. I must say, though, I am pleased that her brother, Edward, decided to pay us a visit. He has won my favor; I am very fond of him. Marianne has taken notice of my fondness of him; she continuously promotes that I should express the sincerity of my
3: my feelings to him. I think that is a completely ridiculous idea. Marianne seems to be blind to the impropriety of the suggestion. Such expression of emotion and feeling should be reserved until after an engagement (Austen 17). Oh, how wonderful it would be if he proposed! | Dashwood | Edward
4: Entry 2 Days have passed since my last entry; sure enough I have plenty to say. We have lived at Barton Cottage for some time now and much has happened. Marianne has found a man she one day would like to marry, but he went not sending word since. My sister seems to have an undying devotion towards him regardless of his dereliction of her. At least she has hope. Recently, I have had the unwanted privilege of meeting Edward's fiancée, Lucy. Apparently he has been engaged to her for sometime. The news was a complete shock (Austen 102)! He had to love me right? Why would he have proposed to her if he loved me? Since the moment I heard the news, my heart has broken countless times over. There is no way to benefit from expressing such feelings. Plus, I must stay strong for Marianne; I need to make sure she continues to have hope. I wish I could express the war of emotions taking place inside me, but how improper that would be. Though I may appear strong and whole, the reality is that I am feeble and broken. I force myself to carry this prodigious burden so it will not fall upon the backs of those I love. Sharing such emotion would be an immaterial display and a sign of weakness. Expressing pain will
5: only make it feel real and cause it to be much harder to deal with. | Edw | ard
7: The Return of the Native: | The Diary Of: Eustacia Vye Yeobright
8: Entry 1 I lit a flame- a signal to my Damon; he came. It has been some time since I sent the dancing embers to the sky, but I had to know. I had to know if what I heard was true; I had to know if it was his love for me that kept him from moving on. He was suppose to be married, but something stopped the marriage from happening. How flattering it would be if it were his love for me that stopped the wedding. Damon is a great man, but love him I do not. I love what he is and what he can be. Damon holds the promise of a life style similar of that I fell in love with in Paris. He is an upper class- treat a woman like a lady kind of man. Undeniably, he is above the lower class; he is the owner of an inn. He definitely would be able to take care of me. I would be able to live the life of a woman of a higher class. That lifestyle is what I truly desire. As long as I hide behind the mask of being his lover, such a desire can surly be fulfilled. Damon appears to be the ideal candidate for my ticket out of here. How sure would he be able to get me out of here? For the longest time, he was the closest I could get to fullfill my desire; now Clym is in town.
9: Oh, Clym! He is a man who actually lived in Paris. Were he to fall in love with me, I could convince him to return to Paris with me linked to his arm. How wonderful that would be . | Paris | Damon | Clym | X | o
10: Entry 2 Clym and I have been married for some time now. He is still adamant about staying in the Heath. I have tried my hardest to convince him to move to Paris, but he will not agree. His mind is set on staying in this forsaken land. Nothing is happening like I planned! If he does not want to give me what I want, then I will no longer give him the wife he wants. No longer will I be the madly in love wife. I am taking off the mask of a star struck lover and allowing my true colors to show. Clym now knows how I really feel; he asked today. I told him the truth; that I only married him with the hopes of convincing him to move. One could definitely say that him hearing the truth was somewhat of a shock. You would think hearing such news would send him cause him to enter a state of determination to woo me, but such alacrity seems to be void. Instead he doggedly studies his books. All hopes of escaping the Heath seem to be lost dreams now. I put myself in the most unappealing position; trapped in the Heath. Though Clym refuses
11: The Heath | to leave, I will still honor the vows I made and remain her as his wife.
13: Pride and Prejudice: | The Diary of: Elizabeth Bennet
14: Entry 1 Tonight has been absolutely horrible. My eyes were opened to the fact that Mr. Darcy is beyond cruel. This man used his power of influence to ruin the chances of two very much in love people being happy together; Jane and Mr. Bingley. How could he do such a thing? I hate that vile man. Since the day I first met him, I knew I wouldn't be able to despise another more. I met him at a ball sometime ago; he refused to dance the majority of the time. At one point, Mr. Bingley tried to get him to dance with me. I could not believe Mr. Darcy's response! He said I was “tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt” him (Austen 9). What nerve! Of course I took an immediate dislike to him. How could I not? That little display from Mr. Darcy made it all to easy to believe what I came to find out next. While in town, I came across a man by the name of Mr. Wickham. Mr. Wickham new Mr. Darcy from many years ago. He told me how Mr. Darcy allowed his jealousy to get the best of him. Apparently, Mr. Wickham was favored by Mr. Darcy's father and was left a signficant amount of
15: money in the former Mr. Darcy's will. Of course being jealous and all, Mr. Darcy refused to acknowledge his father's final wishes regarding Mr. Wickham. What kind of man does that? The information Wickham gave me helped me solidify my original feelings toward Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy was no longer just a person I loathed, but a person who was capable of complete evil acts. Nothing, I dare say, can compare to what Mr. Darcy did to my sister and Mr. Bingley. What nerve he had admitting it and then proposing to me with such arrogance! I would not marry that hideous man if he were the last on Earth!
16: Entry 2 Mrs. Darcy. Who would have ever thought I would take the name Darcy; surly not I. I probably would have never even looked in his direction had he not written me that letter that explained my misapprehensions I called facts. Who would have thought such an ingratiating man, Wickham, would be capable of spreading such lies about Mr. Darcy! Mr. Wickham wrongly took advantage of Mr. Darcy's kindness and then pursued Georgianna for her 30,000 pounds. How low could he be? To think he made Darcy the bad guy in his story. To think I believed that lying mercenary! In the other part of Darcy's letter regarding of my sister, I suppose he could be excused fro his ignorance. He was in fact, trying to look out his friend. In the end, Darcy was able to ameliorate the entire matter. As much as it wounds my pride to say this, I wrongly judged Darcy. Mr. Darcy is not an evil man at all. He is the most wonderful man I know, I was just blinded by my prejudices; I could not see the true him. I could not see t he loving and devoted man
17: that he is; a slave to love he is. After judging him so wrongly, I find it hard to believe that he could still love me like he does. Mr. Darcy is surly not the man I thought he was. I am honored to be known as Mrs. Darcy. | Two offences of a very different nature, and by no means of equal magnitude, you last night laid to my charge. The first mentioned was, that, regardless of the sentiments of either, I had detached Mr. Bingley from your sister;-and the other, that I had in defiance of various claims, in defiance of honour and humanity, ruined the immediate prosperity, and blasted the prospects of Mr. Wickham.-Wilfully and wantonly to have thrown off the companion of my youth, the acknowledged favourite of my father, a young man who had been brought up to expect its exertion, would be a depravity to which the separation of two young persons, whose affection could be the growth of only a few weeks, could bear | Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to you. I write without of any intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on wishes, which, for the happiness of both, cannot be too soon forgotten; and the effort which the formation and the perusal of this letter must occasion should have been spared, had not my character required it to be written and read. You must, therefore, pardon the freedom with which I demand your attention; your feelings, I know, I will bestow it unwillingly, but I demand it of your justice. | Mr. Darcy | Elizabeth D.