my literary reference is all wrong

If you're the sort of person who reads Jane Austen, you probably know that it's tradition for pretty much every girl who reads Pride & Prejudice to overidentify with Elizabeth Bennet. She's clever and fun and not the prettiest girl in town but sort of the center of the universe in her own right. Everyone loves Lizzie.

I? Am no Lizzie Bennet. I am clever and fun, and I certainly act as if I'm the center of the universe. But in relationships. I'm actually Fitzwilliam Darcy, who acts all aloof and disapproving until he reveals himself as a total dork, stumbles all over himself, then confesses his love in the form of a list of Lizzie's (entirely valid) bad qualities. That is a fine literary example of being Apriled in extreme... and if you translated me-speak into Regency English, it would look a bit like this:

The inferiority of your family and that of their connections have made me fully aware of the many obstacles involved in this attachment. I know that loving you goes against reason, and that my family will be horrified by the connection, but I cannot help myself.