I’ve been reading Jane Eyre, and it reached the most absolute poignant scene whilst I was on the train home this evening - I shan’t tell you the part dear reader, as it is a book which must be read in one’s life and I for one do not want to ruin the fore-coming experience for you. I digress! The part had come, the part that I repeatedly mourn over; no matter how many times I have read it! And there I was, knee deep in my book on the train completely unaware that I was there, when suddenly the tears came, my nose started to run and my breathing became unsteady and tell-tale teary. I was all a complete blushing mess once I realised I was not at home with a close supply of tissues when a nice old man next to me offered his handkerchief and a smile. I must confess I did not use the handkerchief but I was so touched by his gesture that I felt encourage that perhaps the world is not so blind and impersonal as I once thought. So that is all. Read Jane Eyre and you shall also find such things evident within our wonderful world.
‘Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help.’ It was near: and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it - as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips - it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass. That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, ‘the waters came into my soul; I sank deep in mire: I felt no standing; I came to deep waters; the floods overflowed me.’ - Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë)
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