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"...while he spoke my very conscience and reason turned traitors against me, and charged me with crime in resisting him. They spoke almost as loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. "Oh, comply!" it said. "Think of his misery; think of his danger...soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who willbe injured by what you do?"
Still indomitable was the reply -- "I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself."...
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
2 Comments:
I've loved that book since I was 13 years old. Poor Jane, wandering through the world cold and starving rather than marry a bigamist.
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I tried reading when I was 14 and didn't like it. Re-read this year and loooooooved it. Yes, poor Jane. Poor poor Jane. But she gets the gimpy blind guy in the end!
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