
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
Wentworth’s letter to Anne kills me. It it so unfortunate that writing letters has gone out of style.
BREAK MY HEART, WHY DON’T YOU.
Despite Persuasion not at all being my favourite Austen novel, Captain Wentworth’s speech/letter is by far my best...