My rings split down and my fingers are shaking flicking off ashes. You know, I've just read delicious sentence of some woman - not famous, just from the net, who remarked: "There's only one man no woman can resist... Mr. Darcy!" So, no one woman can really resist him. Sure, that's clear - why should I stay aside when it might be as well to lie with him?
Mr Darcy, especially with Matthew Macfadyen face, he's just like the flat, which doesn't make you pay off any mortgage. Well, he's already wealthy, taciturn and addresses you only by "dearest". As man-turnkey, in general, he doesn't demand long years of holdings and payments to have an ideal partner in entire life before you are pensioned off.
Therefore he certainly stirs up. He is desired to do something with him, you see. That's why all authoress are eager to write such a thing.
Anyway, in my case, I'm just as Jacks being with the man who I should totally be in love with, but I'm not and I wait the moment, when I wake up and feel something. Nevertheless it's not love, more likely a flue...
"Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented."