Charlotte Brontes Jane Eyre - Jane Eyre and I :: Jane Eyre Essays

Jane Eyre and I         For me variation Jane Eyre was no mere intellectual exercise it was an experience which served to weigh a mirror-image of what I am. Janes rainbows and cobwebs are mine we are one. I retrieve that she would be as engrossed in reading an account of my feeling as I was in reading hers. I conform to her reading Ruth Rosen on a stormy night, covers up to her chin, with candlelight move back and forth and wind whistling across the heath. I read hers tucked into bed, as wind rattled the windows and bellowed through the caverns of Trump Village. Every page of Jane Eyre seemed to show another similarity between us. One passage was particularly pregnant to me because I found it to be a melding of several characteristics No verbal expression was to be allowed now not one glance was to be honk back not even one forward. Not one purpose was to be given either to the past or future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet--so dea dly sad--that to read one hunt of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy (p. 323). Here we see Jane as romantic, moral, passionate, vulnerable and highly principled.       My past grinds at my guts, but I realize now that I couldnt have done otherwise pickings into account my romantic and moral inclinations, my passions, my vulnerability and high principles. Jane was tormented by her choices for the same reasons. Jacques Brel said, Perhaps we feel too much and maybe thats the crime, mayhap we pray too much and there isnt any shrine... But thats cynical, and en garde and incurable romantics like Jane and me would argue vehemently with Mr. Brels lyric. To me (and probably to Jane) without passion and the Quest, bearing is a living death without the willingness to do, to try and perhaps, to fail, we are automatons.       Philosophers and psychologists tell us that we do what we do because of what we are. As kindred spirits, Jan e and I would find ourselves in emotional and ethical quandaries and trajectory would be the only choice. It is a flight fueled by principles.       Flight was Janes only alternative when St. John Rivers proposed. He didnt seek marriage on the basis of love, but as a device to woo her into becoming a fellow-missionary. She was appalled by this bloodless, exanimate request.