There is a passage in Jane... «Jane Steele»

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    RamingoWS
    2 октября 2017

    There is a passage in Jane Eyre: An Autobiography which puzzles me mightily; and because it only tickles at the edges of my understanding, I cannot help but read it over, sitting with a glass of dark sherry as the sun grows teasing and hides behind the elms: All said I was wicked, and perhaps I might be so: what thought had I been but just conceiving of starving myself to death? That certainly was a crime: and was I fit to die? I present to the reader an enigma: my mother rushed the giddy business of dying along and was almost universally reviled for it. Speaking as a woman who has deserved to die since the age of nine and often things death a charming notion anyhow, I burn to know: When Miss Eyre demands philosophically, and was I fit to die? is she asking whether she is wicked enough to earn capital punishment, or holy enough to merit release from the torments of her browbeaten life? And if she wanted to die... did she deserve to any longer?

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