( a hint of a smile touches his mouth. next to books, travel is his favourite topic of discussion. )
I wear red heeled shoes. ( the smile dissolves as an acute awareness that miss bennet may not understand the context of that statement dawns on him. the sensation of neglect and involuntary ignorance foisted upon one by another is a woeful experience. one which is familiar to him and one he refuses to impose. atticus clarifies himself, ) Which means, yes. I've traveled quite extensively. ( how insensitive and presumptuous it was of him to assume she knows the meaning and story behind his reference. it's been near twenty years since that trend was popular among young men returning from their grand tour of europe. certainly miss bennet isn't familiar with the concept, based on her young age and her presumed disinterest in such baubles.
brimming with repentance and in a low voice, atticus apologies. ) I apologize. My words and their subtleties ought to be... more apparent so as to avoid further confusion and discomfiture. Or ah — ( his eyes screw up and he drops his head against his palm, rubbing his fingers across his brow. ) — perhaps being mindful of my words overall is the best solution. If I am to reengage in society, I should understand that genteel ladies such as yourself may not appreciate my teasing.
( neither would general society. that kind of crude, blunt behaviour and language is only appropriate with gens de guerre, active or retired. in society and company like meryton, it's best to speak of jejune and pleasant topics and form superficial connections. for more simulating conversations and kinship, atticus will have to relay on mr. bennet, but even that is unlikely to evolve beyond a shared characteristic of frankness in trivial matters such as books and ripostes. but enough of the jeremiad. he was aware of the isolation he would endure from the world. indeed, the isolation he would bring upon himself by not being true and honest to others. that is the toll
atticus places his empty teacup on the floor under his chair and jumps up, reaching down next to the couch for his violin and bow. ) Some music, Miss Bennet? Taking it into one's soul fosters its growth, wouldn't you say?
( just the idea of playing his violin fosters the growth of his soul. )
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I wear red heeled shoes. ( the smile dissolves as an acute awareness that miss bennet may not understand the context of that statement dawns on him. the sensation of neglect and involuntary ignorance foisted upon one by another is a woeful experience. one which is familiar to him and one he refuses to impose. atticus clarifies himself, ) Which means, yes. I've traveled quite extensively. ( how insensitive and presumptuous it was of him to assume she knows the meaning and story behind his reference. it's been near twenty years since that trend was popular among young men returning from their grand tour of europe. certainly miss bennet isn't familiar with the concept, based on her young age and her presumed disinterest in such baubles.
brimming with repentance and in a low voice, atticus apologies. ) I apologize. My words and their subtleties ought to be... more apparent so as to avoid further confusion and discomfiture. Or ah — ( his eyes screw up and he drops his head against his palm, rubbing his fingers across his brow. ) — perhaps being mindful of my words overall is the best solution. If I am to reengage in society, I should understand that genteel ladies such as yourself may not appreciate my teasing.
( neither would general society. that kind of crude, blunt behaviour and language is only appropriate with gens de guerre, active or retired. in society and company like meryton, it's best to speak of jejune and pleasant topics and form superficial connections. for more simulating conversations and kinship, atticus will have to relay on mr. bennet, but even that is unlikely to evolve beyond a shared characteristic of frankness in trivial matters such as books and ripostes. but enough of the jeremiad. he was aware of the isolation he would endure from the world. indeed, the isolation he would bring upon himself by not being true and honest to others. that is the toll
atticus places his empty teacup on the floor under his chair and jumps up, reaching down next to the couch for his violin and bow. ) Some music, Miss Bennet? Taking it into one's soul fosters its growth, wouldn't you say?
( just the idea of playing his violin fosters the growth of his soul. )