There are times, I find myself wishing upon a certain matter. I wish, most fervently, I dare say, that such matters would not be raised or that I would not have to deal with them.
To be sure, deep inside, I know such wishing is to be in vain. Yet, I keep on wishing. Ultimately, when the time comes, turns out my wishes are, indeed, in vain.
Ballrooms are certainly not my ideal place.
Dancing is not my ideal activity. It is only an excuse for ladies and their mother to trap respectable gentlemen. I want nothing to do with it. These days, rising expectations are as easy as breathing.
I would do my duty, but nothing more.
It has not been long since my arrival at Hertfordshire, Bingley's rented estate, Netherfield and I have already been struck with the news that our whole party was to attend the Meryton Assembly.
Let me only say, I am not looking forward to it.
Which self-respected gentlemen would enjoy being in the middle of country bumpkins?
-- Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire