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China F: Can Taxes Make You a Darcyholic?

Welcome China Fuentes!

Hi, Darcyholics!  I am very happy to introduce today one of my international Darcyholic friends, China Fuentes.   A fascintating life, she was born in Cuba, spent Junior High and High School years living in Russia, and now lives in Mexico. But she definitely qualifies as a Darcyholic.  I hope you will enjoy getting to know her as much as I have!

 

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Can Taxes Make You a Darcyholic? 

My first blackberry, a gift from my husband, had a miserable life. I wasted it on a few calls a week and used it for nothing else. You see, I am one of those people that can’t stop working, and one of those women who thought a smart phone was just something invented to steal your money. This, because, I can do at least 50% of my job in any place: the bathroom (ah, nothing compares if you need concentration to perform this kind of task), the line in the super (if you see I am buying a fire extinguisher, please tell me I should pay more attention and distinguish it from the right item on my list), while driving (be careful if you are the car next to me in the street), in a boring meeting with my boss (don’t tell him I find him boring, it is my darkest secret). Why?—Because I am a theoretical physicist. I teach math and work with a lot of formulae and chemistry software. I am good at forgetting everything around me and focusing on that single calculation that doesn’t seems to fit, or the annoying comment from a referee of a scientific magazine, or the student that doesn’t realize that he can do it!  Calculus is a basic subject for every engineer since Christopher Columbus! (My logic? —If it was conquered so long ago, with enough effort, anyone can learn it!).

Then, one day, this invariably perfect person that is sharing with you was called to the Tax Office.

Oh My God!

Time for fear—when the Tax Office in Mexico starts stalking you, better move to another country—or so I was told.

So, there I was, in that interminable line for ‘The Inquisition’. Thinking of what could I reply to one or the other hypothetical question (I had no real idea of why I was called in the first place, as my taxes are managed by a person I trust and I am totally blind to the process.)

With the passing of the morning, the number of people before me seemed to only grow—together with my restlessness. The ideas in my head were stubbornly fixed on the interview before me. There was no equation or scientific issue good enough to distract my mind.

AAAgggRRRR.

On top of that, I had nothing but my blackberry with me. What can one do under such dreadful circumstances? I, the most unsociable and taciturn female on Earth?

Well, I didn’t know the answer yet, but Google did. I could read using a page named “Project Gutenberg”.

That is when it happened.

Have you ever watched those scenes in the movies when a person sees a light at the end of a tunnel? Music grows with every note, like you were discovering the truth in the skies? Have you? Good. Because this is what Pride and Prejudice did to me.

I met my soul mate, Mr. Darcy, in a line that I suddenly hoped would never end.

Fitzwilliam Darcy was represented in my mind as the handsome professor that leaves you with your mouth open during the whole class. The one that has this incredible ease of speech. A man who makes any subject so fascinating you wish you hadn’t had a boyfriend somewhere. And, at the end of the class, when you ask if you could keep asking questions while he packs his things, he just disarms you with a shy smile that says, “I am not the smarty you think I am, but I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours.”

OHHH. There are men out there that can melt Antarctica with a smile—something I found out that first day my addiction started. The moment I rushed to YouTube and Matthew Macfadyen welcomed Lizzy in Pemberley.

And I ask you, do you know what a very tired official from the Tax Office said at the end? That I shouldn’t have waited in that long line, but the little one where the returns of money are made!

God bless Mexican Tax Office for showing me the world of JAFF!

Epilogue:

Nowadays, China has totally forgotten about pursuit of numbers and Greek symbols. If you see her distracted bagging your things at the super, she is not doing anything useful—it is because she is daydreaming of Darcy.

You don’t believe me!? You think it is impossible for her to change this much? From the haughty lecturer to the helpless romantic?  In that case, you can corroborate that I am telling the truth if you read her story at Austen Underground.

 China's Story

Darcyholics Anonymous: Meeting of the UK Branch

Welcome Jane Vivash!

Hi, Darcyholics!  What a treat it is to welcome Jane Viviash to Darcyholic Diversions today!  Jane and I met online during the Darcy Wars of 2008; a war with no true winner, but two lovely Darcys--Matthew and Colin!  And later we met in person. What fun we had!  But we are now both retired Generals, and have long since buried the weapons of warfare.  Jane has met her Darcy of choice on many occasions. Today's post will share with you part of her adventure.

 Jane and I in March, 2009--the day that we signed the Peace Treaty!

Upcoming Guest Posts Are As Follows:
April 6--China Fuentes-Montero
April 10--Bonnie Carlsen
April 13--Regina Jeffers
April 17--Elizabeth Ashton
April 20--Susan Mason-Milks
April 24--Lynn Robson
April 27--Veronica (Dark Jane Austen Book Club)
May 1--Matt Duffy
May 4--Susan Adriani
May 8--Annette W.
May 11--Beth Massey
May 15--Erlynn K.
May 18--Rebecca T.
May 22--Candy M. (So Little Time...)
May 29--Jan Ashe
June 1--Kara Louise
June 5--Sharon Lathan
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Darcyholics Anonymous: Meeting of the UK Branch 

Tell us when you first became a Darcyholic, Jane.

Well, I’d always been a borderline case, since first reading Pride and Prejudice at school, and then seeing the BBC dramatization of the novel in 1995. But I became a fully paid up member after seeing the movie version in 2005 with Matthew Macfadyen as Darcy. There was no stopping my addiction then.

How did it manifest itself?

I was filled with an overwhelming desire to see as much of Mr. Macfadyen’s work as possible. I was already a fan of the Spooks series he’d starred in, and had the box set of DVD’s, but now I searched the internet to find any of his older work, and dreamed of the day I might actually  meet him in person.

And did you? Meet him, I mean.

Yes. It was back in 2007. I was standing outside the stage door entrance of the Royal Court Theatre before the Saturday matinee of the play he was appearing in, The Pain and The Itch, when he suddenly appeared out of the adjacent tube station, his man bag casually slung over his shoulder.

What did you do?

My heart was beating like crazy, but I left my two friends standing and boldly accosted him.

"Please, could I have your autograph, Matthew?" I asked him, my voice trembling, before continuing. “And could you sign it to Jane, please?”

And what do you remember most about the occasion.

He was SO tall!  I couldn’t get over how tall he was and  I almost told  him so, but thankfully I’d become quite tongue-tied from being so up close and personal with the Darcy of my dreams, so I just muttered my thanks and congratulated him on the excellent reviews the play had received before he thanked me and disappeared through the stage door. But I’ll never forget his genuine smile – the smile he always seems to hide once a camera is pointed at him - and his gorgeous velvety voice, and how shy he seemed to be by being accosted by three women who were, shall we say… a little older than he was… and oh yes, how modest he was as we talked about the reviews.

Do you remember anything else about the day?

Yes. Realising after he’d gone that I hadn’t taken the time to look closely into his blue eyes, and wishing that I had rather than stare at his hands as he’d signed my playtext.

So, did meeting him help you to overcome your addiction?

Oh no, in fact quite the opposite.  After that day I was completely enthralled. As Darcy says in the movie.  ‘I came to Rosings to see you… I had to see you.’ That’s how I felt. I’d met him once and seen him on the stage once, but once just wasn’t enough. If nothing else I had to meet him again so I could remember to gaze up into his blue eyes, and see if they were as gorgeous as they looked on screen.

How many times have you met or seen him since then?

I’m embarrassed to confess, although to be honest I haven’t kept an accurate tally. I think I saw The Pain and the Itch about four times,  then the following year I saw him at a Spooks Q&A evening, and at the UK premieres of Frost/Nixon and Incendiary, both of which I was fortunate enough to get tickets to actually attend and walk the red carpet, although no-one asked me for my autograph!

Since then I’ve seen him at a Masterclass where he answered questions about acting and his career, and in 2010 on the stage in Bath, and then in London,  when he starred opposite Kim Cattrall in Private Lives. I think in total I saw Private Lives seven times, and each time it was fabulous! He sang, he danced, he kissed Kim and carried her over his shoulder (lucky lady) He wore silk pyjamas, and all in all he was the perfect Elyot!

 Then last year I attended a charity evening when he and other noted actors read selected passages of novels or poetry. One of the pieces he read was an excerpt from Anna Karenina, which as he’s just finished filming Joe Wright’s adaptation of Tolstoy’s great novel must have been a touch of serendipity as he hadn’t got the part of Oblonsky then.

And that’s all?

Oh, no! I forgot the premiere of The Three Musketeers last October!  I got quite close then, as you can see!

I presume with all these encounters you have managed to achieve your goal and examine his eyes closely?

Not to my satisfaction, his closeness always seems to render me speechless and wipe my brain of coherent thought. But I have remembered to take the odd peek, and it seems that our eyes are of a very similar colour!

You must have had ample opportunity to overcome your addiction by now, Jane? Can we consider you cured?

I don’t think I want to be cured, actually. I’m quite happy being a Darcyholic, or perhaps I should say a Matthewholic!

While I don’t have any published works to offer, you can read my humble offerings on A Happy Assembly, or on Austen Underground, where I am JaneV. All my stories are also on my Meryton Reading Room page, and I’m happy to hear from you via email at Janegracechurch@gmail.com