Well, I tried squeakin' but I'm still broken

Apr 10, 2016 00:17

Having spent the last two weeks at my mother's house, coughing deeply and majestically over everything, it seems desperately unfair that, despite making it back to Cornwall a few days ago, I am still ill and sounding increasingly like an tubercular orphan in a Dickens novel. I may even have to go to the doctor's, come Monday, if I keep struggling ( Read more... )

literature and that, life don't talk to me about life

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kitmerlot1213 June 17 2016, 14:56:14 UTC
I have no idea how I missed this brilliant post but I must tell you how much I agree with you. It's how cruelly Jane was treated by her relatives and the horrible conditions of the Lowood school that gave her the courage to seek her own path in life. Her own hardships are also where she learned to have such deep compassion for Adele's misfortunes and the reason she could forgive Mr. Rochester.

And I'm not even drinking any whiskey :):)

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elle_dritch June 17 2016, 22:26:19 UTC
YESSSSSSSSS. *fistbump of righteous Jane Eyre feelings* You are so right about the compassion that Jane develops; I've always focused on Jane's extraordinary strength of mind and never even considered that she is equally forgiving.

It's okay if you are not drinking whisky: I will drink some for you! I know; it is a sacrifice I am making here, I tell you.

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