ugh

in an austeneque moment, i watch persuasion variously translated onto the screen, courtesy of youtube. it proves to be a major error. captain wentworth and anne elliot are too fully formed in my mind's eye for me to accept three competing incarnations of them (1971, 1995, 2007) in the space of a couple of hours. i find captain w too hairy, too plain, too embarrasing. i find anne too transparent, too unpretty, too bovine.

and i'll bet my bottom dollar you don't find public mouth to mouth kissing in regency england. dear jane would turn over in her grave.

gah.