I have seen the movies Becoming Jane Austen starring Anne Hathaway and Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightley, and I like the plot very much. With further curiosity, I learned about other works of Jane Austen. There happened to be a book called Sense and Sensibility, eager to read this book only by name, and want to know how to integrate reason and sensibility into love from a woman’s perspective. Compared with men, women are naturally emotional animals, especially in love, the innate spirit of self-dedication carried out to the end, the rational bit by bit disappeared. No wonder that a woman in love, intelligence is zero, this is not unfounded.
The biggest reason why I’m not obsessed with foreign works is that I find most of them very verbose, especially when it comes to describing one’s inner workings and emotional colors, and the burden of analysis and repetition. Probably because they have not soaked in that kind of cultural deposits, did not grow up in their cultural background, with their cultural differences, differences in thinking, lifestyle and so on; On the other hand, foreign works are translated by Chinese people after all, so they can only read the translation without the ability to read the original work. In this way, the words and feelings after processing and modification are not as close to the main theme as the original ecology. So just like eating hamburgers, fried chicken, drinking coke and coffee, or reading our own books is delicious spiritual food.
The book focuses on the relationship of two sisters, Marian and Eleanor. Eleanor is the elder sister, gentle and thoughtful, dignified and elegant, reserved and calm, what I admire most is her at any time never forget the restraint and self-discipline, introspection. Marianne is the younger sister, and the elder sister can be said to be both fire and ice character, lively and passionate, dare to love and hate, angular, romantic. They also had a youngest sister, but Jane Austen did not seem to think much of her, and read the whole book without any sense of Margaret’s presence. The characters of the two sisters seem to be a metaphor for the book’s reason and emotion, one too rational, the other too emotional.
Eleanor’s feelings for Edward are secret and great. She trusts her lover 100%, even though she never mentions the fact that he is engaged. She also tries to restrain herself when he approaches his big wedding, and convinces herself with Edward’s character and demeanor, which is in sharp contrast to her sister Marianne’s anxiety, irritability and nervous disorder after suffering from his departure and betrayal. After that, because her sister buried the great sadness in her heart, Marianne acted like nothing, so that she misunderstood her sister and felt very guilty. It turned out that in her experience the dark day of the lovelorn blow of that period of depression and grief, her sister is also experiencing no less than her pain, but also to take care of her, to help her away the haze. I think if I had such a sister, then what is lovelorn.
I remember being as foolish and mad as Marianne when I was not rational; but love has no freshness. Not met a two love person, you can be close to each other, stable feelings. There have been so many changes, and people are the biggest factor. Human heart is fickle, human nature is complex, sometimes, feelings in front of them seem so humble. Fortunately, many, many Maryanns in the world were finally reborn from the fire, flayed and gorgeously transformed into a million different Eleanor. Once such as “silk cotton dipping rouge, swimming in a complete mess” of the heart will be “chest thunder and surface as flat lake”.
Women sometimes wake up not because of a man, but definitely need a man to be a catalyst for understanding life. Love in, I am happy; Love is gone. I’m happy with the pain. Love is out of control, at any time do not take it as a lifeline, high expectations are easy to gain and lose, only the ordinary things can make people feel safe but essential. Maybe we can take love as air, sunshine and water, this piece of air has haze, this ray of sunshine UV is too strong, this glass of water is too hot, it doesn’t matter ah, change places to breathe, stand at another Angle, such as the hot temperature cool down, look, we still did not suffocate, no tan, no thirst. Always remember a word “love is not long lived, strong is humiliating.”
As Jane Austen wrote of Mrs. Dashwood: “Her mother’s imagination, as she chose, made everything fit to her mind.” This trait is as ubiquitous as a woman’s instinct to blame herself. In fact, most of the time we just lie to ourselves. Obviously he does not love you, you refuse to accept and imagine all kinds of strange events, trace the past; Clearly know because the morning spread a big bubble of urine weight lost a catty countless decimal points, but secretly proud never exercise eating and drinking you can naturally thin; It is clear that their own knowledge is not enough, but also silently comfort themselves that others have taken a side route. Oh, these human frailties are pervasive, deplorable, and kind of lovely at the same time.
At last Marianne, in a sensible transformation, chose the gentleman whom she had had no interest in, even when she knew that Willoughby was still in love with her, and had explained her previous reasons for leaving her, it was a great comfort and satisfaction to her. But Marianne became a more self-loving woman, so she resolutely insisted on rational transformation, and no longer thought of a selfish man. In Eleanor’s words: “First, self-interest drives him to play with your affections; Later, when his true feelings arose, it was self-interest that made him keep them secret; In the end self-interest drove him away from Barton. His own pleasure, or his own comfort, is everywhere his guiding principle.”
Marianne chose the man who had always loved her, and of those she loved and those who loved her, she chose the latter. Both are as much a global problem as deciding what to eat for lunch, if you can afford them anyway.
“Reason is like chastity. If you lose it, you won’t have it. Optimism, on the other hand, comes back when something happy happens.”
