Reading Wednesday, June 07, 2006

From the very beginning, from the first moment, I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of diapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.

One of the greatest love stories ever told. Period.