Monday Musings: Sense and Sensibility and Love

21 Oct

By Capitol Jill

Dear Readers, I am in a poetic mood today. Therefore, I share with you one of my favorite poems, which always gets me thinking…

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

  If this be error and upon me proved,

  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare

This famous sonnet also features prominently in a scene from one of my favorite Jane Austen adaptations, Sense and Sensibility (1995) by Ang Lee. In this scene, Marianne Dashwood (played by Kate Winslet) is looking over the hills at Willoughby’s house, the man she loved, who has taken a wealthy bride.

And just to make it more epic, it happens to be raining. And then Marianne catches brain fever and almost dies… oh, so fantastic.

Now I am not pretending to be a film critic by any means, but for me this scene was always the point where Marianne realized that Willoughby never truly loved her. At least, he was willing to sacrifice any love that he had for the security of a large income. And that just cannot be love, can it?

{Of course, the overwhelming theme of this book is that Marianne follows her “sensibility” too much, while Elinor (her older sister, played by Emma Thompson) follows her “Sense”. After all, Marianne says things as silly as this:}

Regardless, every time I watch this movie (which is quite often, to be honest!), I spend time thinking about love, and wondering what it is.


I am probably more of a Elinor in this situation, but I will talk about that later. For now, I leave you with this question:

Have you ever been in love, readers? Is this what it felt like?

You know you love Jane Austen,

Capitol Jill


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