“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt
Because Darcy is totally Helvetica and the Bennets are like variation of Comic Sans…is that what he’s getting at? Kidding aside, it was interesting to see what the close captioning on YouTube did to their dialog other than that brief innuendo that was floating around the tumblr feed I saw earlier.
Dear Future Husband,
So Crush #293 didn’t turn out too well as he not only isn’t interested me, but happens to have found a new girlfriend. You must be breathing a sigh of relief because it means that this is one possible ex-boyfriend who will be one less baggage left to deal with once you’re with me.
I’m getting rather sick of unrequited feelings. It’s not even an actual relationship, it’s a crush. A one way crush. On the other hand, this also means that since it was never an actual relationship, the heartbreak isn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been. The decision has been made; he doesn’t like me. The end. No need to date. It’s really quite efficient.
Except it still hurts, you know. Whenever I like someone, I start hoping of what might come, and when those things don’t pan out, those hopes are shot down. It hurts, and I’m learning to accept feeling sad and disappointed. I am sad and disappointed. You probably won’t be if you knew. On our wedding day, neither of us will be sad and disappointed that this guy didn’t return my feelings and a relationship didn’t come about from it.
I will try to remember that I’ll look forward to dancing with you on our wedding day, and the years to come. I’ll try and remember that you will be the man who loves me deeply for me being me, and that you are a far better man than this one crush. You’ll be the person I choose to marry and forsake all other men for. So yes, you’ll be better, because you’ll actually love me.
Love,
That girl
historyandfiction:
Many incredible thanks to the amazing wholia87 for sending it to me!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmQh5QR2qJE&feature=youtu.be
Can’t believe I have to wait till 2013 to see this. Till them, I will scavenge for every bit I can find…
(Source: emily-pontmercy)
![muirin007:
The way things were: an Edwardian-era advertisement for a product that actually helped its users gain weight! It promised to send customers “nerve food” that would help people “put on flesh” and transform them from “lean, cadaverous, emaciated [beings]” into happy-peppy plump people.
A few verbatim noteworthy snippets from the advertisement:
The real cause of all undue leanness in people is mal-assimilation and mal-nutrition, the result of LACK OF NERVE FORCE. Emaciation and attenuation are not questions of either appetite or digestion, but LACK OF NERVE FORCE.
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THE MAN who is too thin is invariably of an anxious, neurasthenic type, incapable of carrying out the duties of life with vigour and courage.
THE WOMAN who is too thin is anemic, nervous, worrying, and wanting in self confidence, and is handicapped alongside her plump, self-confident rival, who is babbling over with joyous vitality.
Babbling over with joyous vitality, people!
I usually just call that gas (minus the joyous bit), but whatever.
An interesting insight into the ideals of beauty from bygone years. Oh how those ideals have changed…](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6o2ofxWGN1rrbx1ho1_500.jpg)
