• Sunday, July 30, 2006

    Excerpt.

    "...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:

    At 11:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    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.

    :D

     
    At 11:32 AM, Blogger WryGirl said...

    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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