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Me at the end of the episode:

Me:

Mr Darcy:

1. lizzie bennett is apologising on that amazing terrace (is that what it is?) for accidentally witnessing mister darcy act like a human and joyfully hug his sister. matthew macfadyen’s DELIGHTFULLY painful expression of “i worship you privately and torturously please don’t apologise i love you” is for me the emotional equivalent of running your hands through a cat’s fur the wrong way. i know this scene is technically a part of the “i’m very fond of walking” “yes. yes i know” scene but it’s DIFFERENT. 

2. mr darcy declares that an accomplished woman must -besides having a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages wank WANK thank you caroline bingley- improve her mind by extensive reading while glancing COMPLETELY without surreptitiousness at the book lizzie is holding. ELIZABETH BENNETT promptly snaps the book shut and, without actually saying it, calls mr darcy a bit of a stupid dickhead. she may as well have hit him in the face with it. fantastic. 

3. “mayihavethenextdance, miss elizabeth?” 

“you may.” 

THAT’S LOVE, BABEY. 

4. “your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.”

“but he says you play so well!”

and the subsequent look of complete and utter despair and frustration that mr darcy gives to his little sister. LOVE WASN’T INVENTED UNTIL 2005. 

5. mr. darcy STRIDES into that little private room while lizzie’s trying to write a letter AND DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS HANDS. stands there for APPROXIMATELY 25 years simmering in his own awkwardness and also his LOVE. i’ve never heard someone say “no, thank you” so softly or with so much genuinely excruciating feeling after being offered a cup of tea.