Ooh baby, now you're talking, this is the room for me! But I half expected Candace to have been here already and breathing heavily over the frequently wet Darcy/Firth! Oh well. Someone has to go first. My latest confession: Most of you know I was successful in applying my Darcy Look wallpaper. Love it. Also managed to download the "In vain have I struggled" speech from the FoF site. Love it. I have put this on my computer so that when Windows engag es, I hear Darcy professing his love for me. I must say that I knew it all along.

But "his hair, Cheryl, his hair! And his boots had at least 6 inches of mud on them! What can he have been thinking of walking, er swimming, in that way? I think it shows a certain boldness, a certain willfulness, not entirely proper." Caroline Bingley reached for Mr. Hurst's private reserve sherry, only managing to stop herself a the last moment, as Mr. Darcy reentered the room wearing his brocade robe and a superior smile. "I have decided," he intoned forecefully, "that in my own house I can wear and do what I d--n well please. Billiards, anyone?" Caroline slithered to the floor in a faint, not so much at the pronouncement as at the physique sheathed in silk. (This segment has been brought to you by Royal Ties, Purveyors of Accessories for Fine Gentlemen, and by EII (Exciting, Isn't It) TV.) Cheryl- Couldn't resist creating a new moment in P&P2 for you & others. As to your earlier claim that he is professing his love to you, bravo!

Yo! Cheryl he is a "Hunk a Hunk of Burin Love". It is definitly the way he "looks" "sarnades" and "professes his "love" ME.

Thank you Cecily, that was most kind of you. If you will excuse me, I believe that I have an appointment in the Billiard Room.

Bravo Ladies, Bravo! Mich

So, Donna and Candace and Cheryl, did we ever decide how to properly address Mr. L-B?

Kali, only a Mrs. Elton type would refer to him as Mr. L-B. We show proper respect at all times and use the full Mr. Love-Butt in public. When in the privacy of the Drawing Room, I believe I shall call him Hunk-a. or perhaps, My Dearest, Lovliest Hunk- a. Yes, that sounds quite nice indeed.

Amy, I predict that this topic board shall soon be the busiest of the lot. I say this knowing full well that it does not sho us in a creditable light, but the fact still remains...

Oohh - I love this thread. All your images are purrfect. Cheryl - I've also downloaded the In Vain sound, but how do you get it to come on when you open windows? That would be fantastic - unless my husband turns on my computer - he might get quite a sh ock!

this mildly off topic - I just found some potential new drooling material, and am debating with myself the pros and cons of buying a book the main advantage of which is one picure... Have you seen the new BBC books hardback version of P&P? It has some lavish photos of the P&P2 cast - mostly posed publicity photos, but with a few stills, some but not all are in "The Making of Pride and Prejudice". There is one lovely photo of Darcy a nd Georgiana that I haven't seen before, with Firth at his most decorative. I already have 2 copies of P&P, so I didn't buy it, but I was sorely tempted. Anna

Sorry, Cheryl...I just couldn't bring myself to write out "Love-Butt"! - K

Kali, dear, are you up late or early? Myself, I have no excuse. I have been polyphasicking. No, HC, don't get excited about my use of a word with a poly- prefix.

"We are such stuff as dreams are made of"- HAMLET A Personal Dream Sequence from 11/18/96 Note: This is retold for fellow-P&P2/CF fans enjoyment; identification with the I-speaker is encouraged, if desired, for further amusement. Last night I dreamt I went to Europe. The journey was full of more twists and turns than the real tour I took in college years: the landscape was overgrown with wild creepers; inns had a spectral look to them, despite the tourist crowds; and everythin g was seen in dim moonlight hues, since the dream indeed was one long strange night journey. Only with the entrance of a shadowy person who curiously resembled the owner of Pemberley did the mood lighten... I found myself in the middle of a trainride through the Black Forest, feeling out of sorts due to travel fatigue and loneliness, when a man entered the car from the back and took a seat across the aisle facing me (seating on this train was in foursomes , facing each other, on either side of the aisle). I thought him oddly dressed until I realized I myself was in Austen-era cape and dress. He reminded me of someone, though at the time I could not recall whom. But this face was that of a gypsy, and his clothes and manner freer than those of the other travellers. A maroon cape, white shirt, black pants in black boots, pistol thrust in belt, and gold earring under the black curls, along with a pair of fine dark eyes, focused many a woman's attention on h im, I was sure. I struggled to keep my own eyes on the evergreen scenery out the window, as a matter of principle. An hour later, a number of us got off at a small village and headed for the one inn. A genial chubby host, Herr Herzen (!) provided a simple but tasty meal of peasant bread, cheese, and pilsner beer for us all at one long table. The gypsy taciturnly ate amid the chatter of two frumpy women nearby, then stalked to the fireplace. The stuffy atmosphere of the room soon drew me from the table to walk outside until our rooms were ready. I was stargazing under some pines when I heard a step behind me; tr ing to appear calm, I halfturned towards the inevitable maroon cloak. "Good evening. You are, I believe, unaware of the fact that there have been robbers near here lately, and that it is unwise to be out alone." I admitted my ignorance but was grateful for his information, though I privately doubted its being the only purpose for his approach. Indeed, his eyes kept scanning the woods nearby, then coming back to me. Not thinking it suitable to remain there with a man I'd not been introduced to, I decid d to return when a thunderous sound of hoofbeats came toward the inn. "Quickly, come with me!" the gypsy muttered as he dragged me by the hand deeper under the pines shelter. A troupe of ruffians arrived, leapt from their horses, and stormed into the doorway, shouting and shooting. Panicked, I couldn't move, but my new friend did: he ran up to two of the horses, pulled them mightily by the reins back to the pines, and hel ped me mount up before whirling deeper into the forest ahead of me. Afraid of what was happening back at the inn, I found myself unable to question the idea of traipsing after this fellow into I knew not what. Besides, a little adventure seemed enticing And where had I seen someone like him before?? Some minutes later, he slowed his horse to a walk, and mine mercifully followed suit. "I believe we can talk quietly here as we go," he murmured as his eyes swept my bedraggled appearance and shaking hands clutching the reins. I admitted to being exhausted and unnerved by the incident and asked our destination. He told me of his gypsy camp at a spring not many miles hence. Of course, I thought, his gypsy camp; he's a real gypsy baron out of legend! I felt my cynical hu mor rise, and then I felt the worst was over if humor was returning. In fact, I had an inexplicable urge to verbally trounce this man, despite his just having saved my life. "I wonder at your knowing the robbers would be returning to raid tonight," I said lightly, probing the man of mystery with what I hoped was subtlety. It wasn't. "Are you concerned for your safety with me?" he mocked, brows arching quizzically. When I squirmed he went on more kindly, "Have you never heard of a gypsy's 'second sight' ability to foretell the future?" "I'd supposed to be mere fiction," I retorted, puzzled by other images starting to flash in my mind's eye of my 20th century job and hom and a film character called Darcy... "And have you never found someone in a dream of a deja-vue nature?" he continued, leaning over and resting his hand for a moment on my horse's bridle. Shocked into silence, I stared in the trees ahead at a nearing cam pfire. Was the man a mindreader after all? And what odd fancies and pictures were dancing in my head? It was a relief when we arrived at the gypsy camp. My companion was greeted like royalty by his people, and the little old lady whose wagon I was to rest in assured me of his kindliness (rather like the Pemberley housekeeper, I later realized). Durin g a tea and sweetcakes taken by the fire, I noted how the men spoke respectfully to him of their plans, and women and children rested peacefully nearby. I felt ashamed of my earlier mistrust. At the spring later, however, I was again startled while washing my face when I looked across and saw him standing on the far side. "Familiar?" he simply said, as he dove in fully clothed and swam to my side. "Vaguely," I gasped, as he hauled himself out of the moonlit pool and strode up, shirt billowing in the wind and tousled locks in his eyes. As the pine trees began to swirl around us and my knees seemed to buckle, he eyed me gravely but with a sweet look. "I know!" my mind shouted as my memory of Darcy came flying back. The gypsy bowed low, gently trying to grasp my hand as I felt myself slipping, slipping, back to a morning wake-up here in California. It was very hard to concentrate at work that day.

Happy thoughts indeed.... thank you

I can tell that this has been a very strange week indeed... Amy...to be perfectly honest...I don't know...this week has totally thrown off my sleeping cycle...I don't know if life will ever be the same again! ;-) - K

I can tell that this has been a very strange week indeed... Amy...to be perfectly honest...I don't know...this week has totally thrown off my sleeping cycle...I don't know if life will ever be the same again! ;-) - K PS...Maybe we should lay out some ground rules for the chat room, lest it degenerate into a debauched cyberorgy...! ;}

Aye, Kali. The drawing room is dangerous.

Kali, re Mr. L-B. I keep on imagining Lizzie having to interupt him and saying 'but Love...' and then getting all mixed up. A liability!

Re L-B; are you ladies using your imagination, or do you have a source I've not yet found. Except for a moment of indecision re colour of coat, the B is hidden. Thighs now there's evidencebut L-B? If you have evidence I *want* to see it. Please! Prett y pretty please!!

Anna, dear, how to explain the Hunk-a Hunk-a Burning Love-Butt nickname? Candace, Kali, Donna, help me out here! It began innocently enough with speculation as to what Lizzy would call her beloved after marriage; Darcy, Fitzwilliam, etc. Late at night I and the above mentioned ladies (who are usually of sober and reliable character!) got very silly and the end result is as you see above. Evidence as to its basis in reality is trifling at best, but the evidence of there being three, or even four, very illy girls on the BB is beyond question.

Kali and Amy (re notes 17 & 18): Yes the Drawing room is dangerous and yes, my sleep cycle is totally disrupted. but please do not make rules. rules can ruin things faster than bedlam ever could. Austen-l used to be this great mix of fun and scholarship - then someone decided to moderate, others decided to complain, still others decided to push the edges of the env elop. All the fun and frivolity is gone now - (probably moved to PPBB) - please don't make rules. I love this group - I love the banter no matter how far off target it seems to get.

I agree, Katy...I was half-joking when I said that...but, well, you understand what I mean! As for Mr. Love-Butt, yeah...DOnna brought up the song Sugarpie Honeybunch, Candace stated that she first thought the song lyrics were "sugarpie-honeyBUTT," and so I aksed whether the man was to be called "Mr. Butt" or "Mr. Love." Cheryl sta ted that Mr. Love-Butt, hyphenated, was most proper...so whoop! There it is... - K

In light of the fact that Colin "Shows-it-all" Firth is appearing in December on TV in HOSTAGES and VALMONT (see thread 23 for dates, times, etc.), I suggest getting a headstart on his other "look" (less refined than Darcy but sensual) by checking out h ttp://www.iupui.edu/~rogersc/images/ when there, scroll down to images called prvalm1.jpg and VALMONT8.JPG I think we're in for more sleepless nights!

Kali: Oh, it was a joke? golly, no one ever kids around on Austen-l any more. I had forgotten about jokes.

Katy, I love your images...thank you so much again for the kitten! Seriously, though...don't we get just a teense out of control? Or is that what makes it fun? Clueless, K

Kali asked if anyone knew of any 18th century nicknames Which struck me so funny Oh! Yeah, right you remember back in the 18th century "Duh" Cheryl Candace. Someone said I'll have to do some "Chaneling". It started from there " Hunk a Hunk a Burin Love" to "Mr. Love B... "I tell you though he is a Sugarpie Honeybunch in DEC A&E issue{ subsrcibtion or Barnes and Nobles}. Oh baby...... Cecily are these new pics. Oh Anna dear, you can't tell us about this BBC book without giving us more info w need more info. Like where did you get it ISBN number ect.can it be order. Just thought I should mention that.

Kali - the little-bit-out-of-control, or that fact that no one has to worry about being a little-bit-out-of-control is a lot of what makes it fun. Glad you liked the cat. My two cents, Katy

Kali - the little-bit-out-of-control, or that fact that no one has to worry about being a little-bit-out-of-control is a lot of what makes it fun. _______________ Katy, I think you nailed it. It is a) so freeing not to have to be ashamed of our obsession, and b) the joy of "being" with people with whom we have so much in common. Cheryl and I are continually finding things we both love and many others find it so as well. When this all settles down, I want to do a survey of our other interests. I think the results would be fascinating. But first, to put up the content ffrom the old board, get some back burner projects jump started again with all the new voluneer help, &etc . Amy

Amy, it is kind of scary how many things we are finding in common, I'm beginning to think we were seperated at birth!

My mother read JA out loud to me when I was a baby. That was so she would enjoy our reading-out-loud time.

Donna - I'll check out the ISBN no. and post later Cheryl - it may be as well we were seperated at birth. We seem to get a impressive mass effect merely on virtual pheromones. Imagine the consquences if it were for real! Anna

ROTFLOL -- I just found this -- I can't believe that you have been talking this topic without me!!!! Hunk-a Hunk-a, indeed!

Candace, we did as best we could without you, but now that you have found us, I am sure the tone of this topic shall rise, or perhaps, sink further. Either way, we shall be the better for it!

Oh Cheryl, you have given me such a bad reputation!

I? I have done nothing of the sort! I always speak the absolute truth!

Ow! My head! This is all just too deep for me, ladies...forgive me while I cower in fear over in the corner for a bit, because this thread has me on the floor, begging for intellectual mercy! ;) - K

Hey, Kali! I thought I was the resident smarta** here!

I am receiving the usual punishment for expressing my opinion frankly about a living creature: Almost as soon as I said the fun and frivolity had evaporated on Austen-l, it resurfaced. I have laughed my way through the posts for three days in a row. Ho w nice to be shown to be so wrong!

Cheryl, you are indeed the undisputed queen and reigning champion of smartassity...I am merely your brownnosing lackey-trainee...;) - K

And don't you forget it, baby! ;-)

Amy you are right. The FOF site is changing all the time. Just came from the pictures. To steal from Persuasion, "you pierce my soul" I CAN'T STAND IT! I want him. How can I get my mind off of him to do this Thanksgiving thing?It alos does not help that he is such an excellent rider. I have been on a horse since birth. I want to ride with him!

My dear Miss Leslie, We ALL want to ride with him. When he has spare time between films, perhaps we could encourage his setting up Darcy's Equestrian School For Ladies in British Columbia: I am convinced there are many of us who would pay handsomely to have him as our in structor (even those who already know how to ride), just to have him stand next to us, guiding our hands, helping us dismount into his arms, riding into the sunset, ...(fill in other private tutoring moments). Sincerely yours, Caroline I-saw-him-first Bingley (private secretary Cecily copied this, since due to the excitable state of Caroline, nobody but myself could have deciphered her appalling cursive)

Just came back from seeing CF as a blond in Nostromo at the FoF site. I had never pictured him as a blond, could not imagine it, and now that I have seen it, all I can say is: Ooh baby, ooh baby!

Can any of you ladies tell me -in a rational linear way for my feeble mind- what exactly you like so much about CF/Darcy? Besides the great physical traits you swoon over above, I mean, what else? Very interested to know what makes this actor (like othe rs) so popular?

Re the riding thread and the blonder thread - I've long thought he should play the role of Tom Booker in the "Horse Whisperer", but unfortunately Robert Redford bought the rights to the book and has appropriated the role for himself. The thought of CF as Tom Booker would lead anyone who's read the book into another drooling frenzy.

Can any of you ladies tell me -in a rational linear way for my feeble mind- what exactly you like so much about CF/Darcy? The heart has it's reasons that reason knows nothing of Besides the great physical traits you swoon over above, I mean, what else? Isn't that enough ? The smouldering certainly helps!

Donna - re the BBC hardback version of "Pride and Prejudice". The ISBN is 0 563 37190 0 the address given on the dust jacket is BBC Books BBC Worldwide Ltd Woodlands 80 Wood Lane London W12 OTT That said, I hope I haven't given you a false impression of this book. It is of good quality, but it's only 2 photos that make it at all remarkable; the one I mentioned of Darcy and Georgiana (excellent - if there was a poster of it I'd have bought 2 la st week) and a still of Darcy and Lizzy leaving the church after their wedding which is better than any other I've seen. The price in Oz is AU$20 (about U$17), in the UK 10 pounds.

Having not seen CF in anything other that P&P, I think I admire his intellectual approach to his job. Reading his comments about Darcy from various sources showed that he put a huge amount of effort in to "getting into the character". I think it's refreshing to see someone who could attract many roles simply because of his looks actually thinking about his acting. I like many actors simply for their physical features but Firth adds so much more to that admiration because of his approach. Saman

] Jake: ] Can any of you ladies tell me -in a rational linear way for my feeble mind- what exactly you like so much about CF/Darcy? Besides the great physical traits you swoon over above, I mean, what else? Very interested to know what makes this actor (like othe rs) so popular? Jake, a few weeks ago there was extensive discussion about this, and a significant number indicated that it is not CF himself to whom they are attracted, but to Mr. Darcy as portrayed by CF. So it is the package of the character of Mr Darcy as created by JA combined with CF's most excellent interpretation of this character that is so appealing. Joan, too

Thanks Anna, I will look into. I hope I will be able to purchase it in the U.S.

] rational linear way for my feeble mind _____________ Precisely the trouble with most guys. Jake, we like to tease our male friends. You see, in this way only the strong will stick around. Tell us about you in intro. Amy

The changing face of Colin Firth: pick darcy/Firth's most handsome look. Today, I am voting for his look as he ponders E.'s rejection and pens the famous letter. wow. For a single Firth moment, I vote today for his first visit to the Collins home. He sits there wanting to be part of the conversation with E and the colonel, finally talks over to her, and all he can think of to say is "Are you paretns well" - or somethi ng like that. He looks so determined and then so crushed. both the screen writers and Mr. Firth get lots of credit for making so much of the little dab of material JA gave them in that scene!

I will try that again with fewer typos! The changing face of Colin Firth: Pick Darcy/Firth's most handsome look. Today, I would vote for his appearance as he ponders E.'s rejection and pens the famous letter. WOW. For a single Firth moment, I vote today for his first visit to the Collins home. He sits there wanting to be part of the conversation with E and the colonel, finally walks over to her, and all he can think of to say is "Are you parents well" - or somethin g like that. He looks so determined and then so crushed. Both the screen writers and Mr. Firth get lots of credit for making so much of the little dab of material JA gave them in that scene!

Sheesh...you'd think Thanksgiving would have calmed the waters. ;-)

Alas Kali, the water may be calm, but there is an old Swedish proverb about what can hide beneath the surface of very calm water... I for one have enjoyed this thread from the love-butt to the look and to let my mind sink in the waters of Darcy-obsession or have it poured over me like the man himself in his bath. Renewed proof of the strong impact the Darcy character has on you was gained as I watched P&P1 the other day. As stiff as Rintoul/Darcy is there are moments and looks that hit you in the belly. But why could they not get him a hat of a proper size? Sometimes he looks almost as ridiculous as Mr Collins in his Water-planting one.

Saman and Joan, too--- Having not seen CF in anything other that P&P, I think I admire his intellectual approach to his job. Reading his comments about Darcy from various sources showed that he put a huge amount of effort in to "getting into the character". I think it's refreshing to see someone who could attract many roles simply because of his looks actually thinking about his acting. I like many actors simply for their physical features but Firth adds so much more to that admiration because of his approach. and So it is the package of the character of Mr Darcy as created by JA combined with CF's most excellent interpretation of this character that is so appealing. Thank you both for your discerning comments and Austen-worthy style. Amy--- The teasing, so much in evidence, is I believe the established mode and propensity of intelligent ladies when interacting with likeminded gentlemen. The delights of "oneupsmanship" (British term), however, can range from mere horseplay in some hands to m ore robust mental duelling in others. The goal os such gambits, too, can vary from a simple humorous putdown to a sexist generalization to a growing liking for the other person. In the latter category we find those beloved Elizabeth and Darcy characters Your own remark above indicates a similar bent; "why" must all gentlemen who post here be strong? En garde, Miss Amy!

] Your own remark above indicates a similar bent; "why" must all gentlemen who post here be strong? En garde, Miss Amy! ____ Jake, I am not given to being extra clever this morning, so you may take down your own guard (For now.) I quite agree with your characterisation of our kind of teasing, and all its various degrees and aims. Not all gentlemen who post here must be strong. Some have come and gone after a week or two. Those who persist and do not seen to mind being outnumbered win our affection. Maybe that is what I mean by strong. Amy P.S. The term "oneupsmanship" is regularly used in the States. I don't know when or where it started. But I am sure we think of it as quite our own. (No, I am really not trying to start a new battle. We care little for the history of Imperialism here.)

I agree with Katy's choice of CF look in the letter to Lizzie scene. WOW is a good word; so's Cheryl's OOOHH BABY! Having just seen Part 4 on Wed. again, I admit to losing my "habitual reserve" (yeah, sure) when I saw him lean back in his chair, (exhaust ed, neck exposed vulnerably, sighing)- well, I wished I could go through the TV barrier right then! Like Kim and others said "whew, is it getting hot in here?!" Yes, I know it's Darcy, but does that CF have sex appeal or what?!

My dear Miss Cicely, I am in all agreement on Mr. Darcy opening up a riding academy.I would prefer to have the academy in Charleston, SC. I do feel the society of Charleston, SC would be very obliging. We are, after all, listed as a source in the book Jane Austen's Town and C ountry Style. Perhaps Mr. Darcy would like to open up an academy in both places. What say you on the subject?

My dear Miss Anne (Leslie), How charming a suggestion! I take it upon myself to answer for Miss Caroline Bingley, who went to bed with a raging headache after I presumed to say she would have to share the exquisite pleasure of Mr. Darcy as riding instructor with other gentlewomen. Are there suitable ponds for swimming lessons there as well? British Columbia also has fair rock hiking sites, as in Derbyshire. Perhaps we should consider renaming these two places as Darcy's Northern Exposure Camp and Darcy's Southern Comfort Resort. Ladies could thus sign up for two completely unique weeklong experiences with the man of their dreams. What say you? Always practical, Miss Cecily

Re the exact appeal of Firth/Darcy...... I think that Andrew Davies (writer) and Simon Langton (Producer) have an awful lot to answer for here. But one thing that appeals particularly to me is the ambiguousness of CF's face at times(Really pretty profile, sometimes blank full-face,amazing eyes and mouth,cheeks sometimes a bit too chubby for perfection.)In the letter-writing bit,he leans back on his chair and does a real good impersonation of Tom-the -voice Jones. And inthe Pond sequence, there is a close-up of him removing his cravat that shows a sunburn line. For me, that one shot makes Darcy so human, so believable, and so lovable.And I have to admit, that the Pemberley LOOK, with its combination of love, admiration,almost-tearful adoration directed straight out of the screen at ME makes my toes curl!

Ooh baby, ooh baby...(sorry, had to do it, you were all expecting it anyway weren't you?)

for those in need of a daily jolt try http://www.iupui.edu/~rogersc/images/firthtst.jpg CONTROL + Drag across just the top of photo, then let go to see nice zoom Ah, Amy! Never one to pick a quarrel, unless it is exceptionally promising of strategic merriment, I bow Darcylike to your better judgment in this matter of verbal fencing. But, as to oneupsmanship, you must allow me to tell you how passionately and com edically Englishman Stephen Potter (1950s, Holt, Rinehart and Winston publisher) took up and epitomized the phrase, in such PUNCH magazine articles and books titled LIFEMANSHIP, GAMESMANSHIP, etcetera. Terribly English and terribly amusing sketches that ay make one not only snort coffee through one's nose (yes, I've lurked awhile) but WOM (as a kinswoman of mine embarrassedly calls it, wet oneself momentarily, in laughter). The books are probably still available on dusty university library shelves or th ose of larger Towns. I may start a new topic here at some point with excerpts, so we can all become as facile as Mr. Bennet or Ms. Austen with cynical wit.

My dear Miss Cicely, We have lovely ponds for swimming here. I only want him to swim if he has his clothes on. We can also add a new dimension to his sexuality in this part of SC. There are wonderful beaches here. Just imagine Darcy coming out of the surf in all his Darcy sul king. Shirt, wet with salt water. OH GOD!!! I hope this wonderful thought clears Miss Bingley's head. Please convey my wishes that she she has a speedy recovery. Please tell her that Charleston is the best and most elegant of society. Yours, Miss Leslie

Dear Misses Leslie and Cecily, OOPS! My fevered mind just did a Freudian that is shocking but comic. You wrote We can also add a new dimension to his sexuality.. Just imagine Darcy coming out of the surf in all his Darcy sulking. I misread as coming out of the surf with al l his Darcy showing #-} But perhaps we might add Life Drawing to your Darcy's Northern Exposure camp activities? Anything for Art, France, Curator for Museum of Regency Sculpture

ftp://ftp.ct.ebt.com/pub/figleaf/finl10b3.exe An earlier posting here gave my "jolt" photo site recommendation, but I forgot to mention you need to download the Figleaf plug-in (see above) first to be able to zoom, in Netscape. Another earlier oversight: Anna(?), I agree about the "heart has its reasons" and the smouldering ability of CF.

Play it again, Sam. For zoom. Go to http://www.shareware.com then type figleaf in QuickSearch; then choose MS-Windows(all) as platform; then hit Search; then click on finl1061.zip; then try a site like Hong Kong to get/save figleaf (30-day use) Adios. I quit.

No figleaves for Mac people?

You could probably configure your browser so that it can automatically send images to your favorite graphics program. For ex. in Netscape, under Options, General Preferences, at the Helpers tab you can set up your graphics program. Probably your browser for the Mac has its own equivalent to all this, since apparently Figleaf may not have a Mac version.

Actually, it is already configured to send graphics to various applications. I assumed (incorrectly?) that Figleaf must do something more than that.

I too use Figleaf (on Windows 95) and I like it because it is a more integral seamless process plugged into Netscape (and for me at least works quicker with a few deft strokes to get the exact zoom segment desired).

Oh dear...this is all too much for me...yet again, I must say that this is all making me go quite distracted! - K PS - Cheryl...Candace...Donna...where has Mr. L-B (sorry for the Eltonism) gone? is he still here? I'm lost...

I presume Mr. Hunk-a Hunk-a Love-Butt is still here under this topic somewhere, but Kali, you know that even if he has been removed from this thread, he will forever live within our hearts and memories and dreams.

Come on Ladies -- time to roll up your sleves and do your part on this topic. Cheryl, Kali, and I can't carry the ball ourselves!

(chuckling)you're right, judging by what you're doing in one of the new P&P2 scenes on topic 40something, carrying on with Darcy upstairs! That is becoming another Darcy amour topic area, if you'd care to join its creative heat. But to re-spin this thread: if you could have any shot from P&P2, other than the wellknown look at Pemb-piano (say it fast & italian) scene, for your computer wallpaper, what'd be? my preliminary vote=from the Darcycam dance: lots of good ones there, if you like him in sulky stalking mode, just starting to smoulder (for ME, of course)

Cecily - Any look other than the look ???? That is a hard one (no pun intended) -- I love the 'wet' look from the meeting at Pemberly; the dance scenes, the "I shall conquer this" scene and the piano scene at Rosings. Well, pretty much any scene in the show - I wouldn't be picky.

Oh very tricky, Cecily! Brava! I am excessively fond of the very intense look Darcy favors Lizzy with during the first proposal. The one where he is sitting down, ever so briefly, before standing and resuming his pacing. His legs are crossed, he is le aning to his right, his eyes are piercing her...of yes, excessively fond!

Yikes, Cheryl, I can sense your own intensity heating up the BB here! (more virtual phero-nomenon?) I suspect it's time to go to the morality topic where Eric safely and sanely visits...

Who wants to be sane Jake. Do we know how you feel about "Lizzie" He will always be a Hunk-a-Hunk of burning Love and Desire. Mr. Lovey Buns is always on my mind just wants to suckface with him {especially after watching the first proposal} every minute o f the day. Will that do, It will never do for I have struggled in vane not to be sane.

'I too use Figleaf (on Windows 95) and I like it because it is a more integral seamless process plugged into Netscape (and for me at least works quicker with a few deft strokes to get the exact zoom segment desired).'- F One of the enjoyable aspects of being mostly computor illiterate is that words retain some of their commonuse meanings, and so conjure up all sorts of strange immages. Can you, for example , imagine Darcy saying the above, as a recommendation?

Mr. Darcy should of sang this song to "Lizzie" "Handle With Care" written by George Harrison and song w/Traveling Wilbury's Been beaten up and battered around,been sent-up and shut down You are the best thing I've ever found Handle me with Care Reputation Changeable, Situation Tolerable,Oh Baby you adorable Handle me with Care Chorus: Iam so tired of being lonely I still have some love to give won't you show me that you really care. Everybody got somebody to lean on,put your body next to mine and dreammmm onnnnn I've been fobbed-up and been the fool,I've been robbed and ridiculed,In Day care Centers and Night Schools,Handle me with Care,I've been stuck in a port and terrorized, sent to meeting Hypnotized,Over-exposed and Commercialized, "Handle me with Care". Repeat Chorus: I've been Uptight and made a Mess but I cleaned-up myself I guess Ohhh the sweet smell of success. "Handle me with Care"

Dear Miss Hilary: I never use a Figleaf for any occasion. It denotes a man of the lowest order, certainly not a wellbred one. Yet a man of sensitivity, culture, and pride in his real superiority does consider the nature of the moment and the needs of a partner, and to tha t end I could recommend an "integral seamless process plugged into Netscape [which] for me at least works quicker with a few deft strokes to get the exact zoom segment desired." Chivalrously yours, Fitzwilliam Darcy One of the enjoyable aspects of being mostly computor illiterate is that words retain some of their commonuse meanings, and so conjure up all sorts of strange immages. Can you, for example , imagine Darcy saying the above, as a recommendation?

Hilary!!!! I am torn between saying "Obstinate, headstrong girl! I am ashamed of you!" and "You go girl!"

Cheryl: I'll accept both with chuckles! Donna: thats wonderful, I like that song and when I listen to it, it will now have added meaning. To Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy: Sir, thank you for your fullsome recommmendation. May I trouble you further by enquiring why a man of your sensibility and cultural taste associates a figleaf with ill-breeding? I myself have been in the habit of associating them with the classical sculp tures of young Greek gods. Sincerely, Miss Hilary

I feel some of Darcy's most physically attractive moments are during the first part of the proposal scene--his earnest, open, vulnerable look is unbeatable. At the beginning, he is healthy, his hair is clean and his face has color. He is the ultimate hu nk at his decorative best. However, it seems by the end of scene, the last 5 or 6 seconds, he looks oily, emaciated and sickly as though the beginning and end were shot with a month or two respite. I find this unsettling and it jars the ambience of a cr tical part, but I can't explain it away. Am I imagining that, "you have said quite enough madam" is delivered by a pasty, consumptive stand-in?

Dear Miss Hilary, You must allow me to declare that my earlier statement was that a man "of the lowest order" would use such a leaf, by which I meant "the natural man" of Eden or indeed Graeco-Roman legend and art. For such a man it might be an item of use or adornment, b ut for a gentleman in my day it would only be seemly in a play, artwork, or perhaps a momentary remnant from gardening on one's estate. I did not intend any slight upon such use in general, only to state my opinion as to my personal view and use. For my own private life, I believe in total, open immersion, in a pond, etcetera, without the coy use of artificial decoration or "plug-ins." I cannot speak more plainly, as I beg you to understand. Respectfully decided in my opinion, I remain, Fitzwilliam Darcy

Elaine,I beleive that the proposal scene was one of he first scenes to be filmed and in slightly warmer weather then most others {and before they new each other}.IMHO: I am sure if there was anything that could have been done to relieve him of his "oily, emaciated, and sickly" appearance,it would have been cold jump in the nearest pond,but alas there no was pond oh! hummm LOL{look of longing} at Rosiings at least I didn't think there was. I must say I never noticed, he always "looks" good to ME.

Donna, CF looks fabulous, better than fabulous for 90% of the proposal scene. My concern is the last few seconds. He looks totally different when he delivers his last few lines, rather gaunt to me and it's bothersome!

To Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, Sir, I thank you for your explanation, and now have only to say that I comprehend your meaning exactly, and am pleased our opinions concur. Sincerely, Miss Hilary

God.

Yes, Kali, I believe your're right! CF's next role could be God, it's been so long since The Ten Commandments film. And Colin plays guitar so maybe he sings well enough to do a musical like J.C.Superstar. On second thought, maybe he'd bee more suitable as a Hindu god of love: wonder how he'd look in blue make-up, long black hair, gold adornments, and assorted girls around him in a flowery meadow? WE'd try out for the assorted girls parts, naturally. %-)

Just saw Part 5 again. Hard to believe still the sheer power CF's look. He definitely was channeling direct from whatever Love source there is in the universe (pardon the LA babble) to hit all us that hard. Feel like I've been magnetized (zapped) again this morning. Wheee!

What! The drooling stopped? Maybe this will help- In the San Francisco Chronicle on Dec.5th, there was an article titled "A Hunk-a, Hunk-a Burnin' 'Tap" by Octavio Roca about "Aussies rock in explosive dance show"...True, not about CF, but the title ca ught my eye (Cheryl et al., there's an imitator out there) AND it has a photograph of some hunks dancing you'd like AND it sounds like a great show, if you can make it to the S.F. area before show leaves Dec. 15th. (Ian may know this troupe.) An excerpt below: They've already taken a couple of continents by storm, and now they are poised to conquer S.F. They're hot, they're Australian, they won England's Olivier Award last year, and if they don't win a Tony next year there may well be a revolution. Dein Pe rry's "Tap Dogs," directed and designed by Nigel Triffitt, opened at the Orpheum Theatre on Tues. night on a national tour that will land these dancers on Broadway in 1997.It's the holiday event of the season, a sweeping, noisy, fast, and fabulous hit.... his is heavy-duty, industrial strength, sexy and just plain terrific dancing. I had expected a sort of Aussie "Stomp: The Next Generation" or maybe a "Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Hunks." The show is that of course but it is also much more..." For info, call (415)776-1999

Dear Jake, Thank you for your kind review and the claim that you think of me when when you see the words "Hunk-a Hunk-a" although I am not quite sure that I should be flattered by that! It is true that I am always on the lookout for new Hunk material, but there is only one "Hunk-a" and I think it scandalous for these Aussies to appropiate the title! Perhaps if you could arrange for me to have a backstage pass to the gentlemen's dressing rooms, I may do some field research and report back as to whether thes Beefcake Babes deserve the name "Hunk-a." I would take no pleasure in it, I would comsider it a service to my fellow women. Your humble servant, etc. Cheryl

Jake, Cheryl, Haven't see the Tap Dogs live myself - I would like to - but they are meant to be fantastic dance troupe. However, check-fleece torn-sleeve shirts and raggy jeans is hardly Darcy country. And as far as Chippendale style shows go, I'm not interested.

I have seen the Tap Dogs dancing - MMMMMMMMMMMH !!!! (and other Lydia type noises).

Anna, dare I say it? You lucky (tap) dog! And I bet they leave the Bay Area before I can see 'em, (doggone it)! (I know, a pun is the lowest form of humor). So here's my version of a scarcely remembered joke from years ago: The sexton goes to ring the chimes for service but runs into an obstacle- the bell rope is broken. However, a passerby who hears of his problem offers to help- and does so by going up in to the tower and running headlong into the bell, then hurtles to the ground below. Shocked others gather around the body and one asks "Does anyone know his name?" The sexton running up says, "I don't know it, but his face rings a bell." Next day, same roblem for the sexton- no rope, etc. Another identical passerby charges up and offers to help, saying he's the twin of the dead man. He goes up, runs headlong into the bell, falls to the ground, another crowd of grieved onlookers surround him, same ques tion to the sexton, who this time says "I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for the man whose face rings a bell."

I forgot to do some drooling above; pardonnez-moi! Dashingly daggy Aristocratic Ravenhaired Connubial bliss Yearning incarnate Remember Mae West's saying something to Cary Grant like "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" (Caroline B. would reel from the shock.) All your earlier daggy comments and current gift wish topic comments reminded me of Mae. ; -)

Lord, does it ever stop?!!! ;) I know this is sacrelidge, but I have a confession to make...I'm not a Mr. Darcy person! I never have been! All the while I've been secretly in love with Mr. Knightley and haven't realized it! AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH! Kaffeine, does your site offer counselin g for poor deluded souls like me? ;) - K PS - But if it's okay with Mr. L-B, I'd still like to be friends! ;)