Vanity of Character

One may notice a theme throughout the recent writings, its primary source has been my rereading (well, technically re-listening via my ipod) of one of my favorite pieces of literature: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Some find reading the same book over quite tiresome, but the timeless nature of this period novel (not a contradiction I assure you) gives it vitality.  What I love most about this book is that everytime I read it or even each time I watch the movie, I notice something different, gain a new insight.  Its become almost a game, a challenge to listen closer, to apply, to think. Its delightful!

Something that recently resonated with me is something the heroin wonders, with pain, after she learns of her misjudgement:

"...without feeling that she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd."

"How despicably have I acted!" she cried. -- "I, who have prided myself on my discernment! -- I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity, in useless or blameable distrust. -- How humiliating is this discovery! -- Yet, how just a humiliation! -- Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. -- Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment, I never knew myself."