Emma     Since this is MY page, I think I ought to dedicate some of the things I love. Like Emma. Some people say that I am an Emma, but really, I'm nothing like her. She is the youngest daughter of a doting father and is a tad indulged which I, as everyone know, am not.       "One does not like to generalize about so many people all at once, Mr.Knightly, but you may be sure that men know *nothing* about their hearts, whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty." -- Emma  
    She's an inveterate matchmaker and full of good intentions, but somehow things don't always work out quite the way she wants them to. The case of Mr. Elton and Harriet being the foremost example. I, of course, have given up my matchmaking career and therefore am not subject to comparison here.Besides, Harriet was such a ninny.
    "Is it a good letter or too short?" - Harriet Emma had befriended Harriet in an attempt to be of use to her. She was intent on pairing her with the pretentious Mr. Elton. Unfortunately, she blithely disregarded an attachment Harriet had already formed to one Mr. Robert Smith. " Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified." -- Emma Mr. Knightley, her friend and neighbor, warned her against involvement, but Emma was not to be disuaded, after all I-- I mean she-- knew best. "Better to be without sense than misapply it as you do."- Mr. Knightley     She made a terrible mess of things, but she was truly and contritely sorry, and vowed never to matchmake again. Until the next time that is...
    "Vanity working on a weak mind produces all kinds of mischief." -- Mr. Knightley     She sets her sights for Harriet again, but once again, she is miserably, miserably wrong, and this time she too begins to feel the pangs of the heart. For she has fallen in love with her very own, very dear Mr. Knightley and she fears that he is in love with Harriet...
 
    "I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you..." -- Mr. Knightley     But it can only be Emma for Mr. Knightly and Mr. Knightley for Emma, and so finally, the matchmaker is happily matched herself, and the world resolves itself splendidly without her meddling.  "Marry me. Marry me, my dear, darling friend!" -- Mr. Knightley     And so all was right in the town of Highbury and Emma and her Mr. Knightly lived oh so happily ever after...    ::sigh:: I love that movie. It is, by the way a pre-requisite for the Hopeless Romantics Guild, an appreciation of Emma, I mean. If you want to join, just click the rose to return to the Secret Garden or go back to my Home Page.