My sister showed me a picture the other day of a famous
painting that hung in a church for years. Over time it began to fade and one of
the older parishioners decided to take it upon herself to fix it. I guess she
thought her few art lessons made her an expert.
I’ve never been to that church, never seen the painting
in real life, I’m not even an artist, but I can tell you I cringed in horror as
I looked at the before and after. She
butchered it.
Now I have a confession to make.
I’m a HUGE Jane Austin fan. Pride and Prejudice, in my
opinion, is the best book ever written. Now that’s not the confession, that’s just
a fact.
Ok, here it goes.
I’ve had an inkling, a desire if you will, to rewrite it
from Mr. Darcy’s perspective and call it Prejudice and Pride. My mind has been working around the idea for
years, but I am afraid that it will end up a lot like the woman who “fixed” the
church painting. So if any of you out there have the skill and audacity to try
and capture Mr. Darcy, feel free to take my idea. Just don’t be surprised if
the world shakes their head at you as much as they are the woman mentioned
above.
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