Dance vs poetry
Lizzie: I wonder who discovered the power of poetry in driving away love.
Mr. Darcy: I thought poetry was the food of love.
Lizzie: Of a fine, stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination, I am convinced that one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.
Mr. Darcy: So, what do you recommend to encourage affection?
Lizzie: Dancing! Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.











