I couldnāt decide precisely what I wanted to say about the dance scene tonight but Iāve figured it out Iāve figured it out and itās this:
āI take you, matched to my intellect, proponent of my happiness, friend of my heart, to be my life mate. Let us dance together as equal partners through the years.ā
Just... the incandescent poetry of the fact that, when considering her ideal of a lifelong romantic relationship, Anne explicitly envisaged life as a dance and oneās life mate as oneās partner in said dance.
Just... could this moment for them have come in any better setting than a dance?
And the relevance of the way in which this particular dance was constructed: each pair as part of a larger set, with no āleaderā, wherein Anne and Gilbert were not directly dancing together the whole time except they always were because they kept their eyes on each other even when they werenāt in contact, they were always absolutely aware of where the other was as they each navigated their way through their own steps and around the other dancers, coming back together every single time. The way they seemed to need to pay no attention to the otherās moves specifically, always trusting the other to meet them exactly where they were supposed to, but payed diligent attention to each otherās faces, expressions, what theyāre feeling and the subtle ways in which they can push each other further, better the dance. The fact that the dance isnāt just about themāthere are other people they dance with or have to move around, but that absolute unbroken thread of returning to each other. How we got that beautiful shot of Gilbert letting go of Anneās hand only for the shot immediately after it to be their smiles as they come back together, the temporary separation no shock or hardship because they never lose sight of each other or worry that the other wonāt meet them for the next step in the dance.
This dance is a perfect metaphor for everything Anne wants out of her life mate: an equal partnership, not restrictively bound together but each able to follow their own path (through life, through the steps of the dance) with absolute support and trust from the other, always attuned to each other and always coming home to each other, bouncing off each other and the world they exist in together to create something beautiful.
And then the shining loveliness of that one tiny moment where Anneās supposed to be ducking under the raised arms opposite her, but Gilbert grabs her hand and spins her so sheās next to him. That little moment of bending the rules, not for the purposes of cruelty but in persuit of joy, of living oneās truthāGilbertās truth being, in that moment and in life, that he wants Anne beside him. Just that tiny disobedience as an indication of being willing toāwanting toācarve out a little space of their own which is different, which doesnāt follow the rules, which is just theirās within the comparatively ridgid structures of the dance, of Victorian society. Just a little mischief, harmless but bringing so much joy.
The added weight and relevance, then, of them finding it so hard to step away from each other once the dance is overāto step back from the comfort and trust and happiness (āproponent of my happinessā, she said, and look at how she smiles!) and rightness of having, in that dance, secured for a few moments what they want in life: a partner with whom to dance through it all.