"It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliffe and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree." Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding

Opening to Gone With The Wind:
There was land of cavaliers and cotton fields called the Old South ....
Here in this pretty world gallantry took its last bow ....
Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and Slave ....
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.
A civilization gone with the wind ...