Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley’s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty: he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise.
       But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. -Pride & Prejudice, Jane Austen

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Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.


Lauren Bacall in Harper’s Bazaar, 1943

happy 49th birthday joanne rowling! [31 july 1965]

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Oh no! My boyfriend is in mortal danger! - is what I call this parallel.