OK, so that just occured to me while watching the sequel to Bridget Jones Diary, um, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. I'm not necessarily recommending it, unless you have a thing for watching Hugh Grant movies.
It is pathetic that I have this guilty pleasure thing, watching Hugh Grant movies. I can never figure out the appeal of it, and I hate how good looking he is. Oh, I'd have far less resolve than poor old Bridget.
But then I saw the resemblance with Miss Jane Hathaway, from the Beverly Hillbillies. Normally that would put me right off old Hugh, but you know what?! That just makes it worse!
I shoulda read Wuthering Heights instead. Poor Mr Darcy.