Elizabeth Bennet: I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love.
Mr. Darcy: I thought poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine, stout love it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet would kill it stone dead.
Mr. Darcy: So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?
Elizabeth Bennet: Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.
