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I think no mentator on his writings has yet found the parison that suits him; the terms which rightly characterise his talent。 They say he is like Fielding: they talk of his wit; humour; ic powers。 He resembles Fielding as an eagle does a vulture: Fielding could stoop on carrion; but Thackeray never does。 His wit is bright; his humour attractive; but both bear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheet…lightning playing under the edge of the summer…cloud does to the electric death…spark hid in its womb。 Finally; I have alluded to Mr。 Thackeray; because to him—if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger—I have dedicated this second edition of “JANE EYRE。”
CURRER BELL。
December 21st; 1847。
Note to the Third Edition
I avail myself of the opportunity which a third edition of “Jane Eyre” affords me; of again addressing a word to the Public; to explain that my claim to the title of novelist rests on this one work alone。 If; therefore; the authorship of other works of fiction has been attributed to me; an honour is awarded where it is not merited; and consequently; denied where it is justly due。
This explanation will serve to rectify mistakes which may already have been made; and to prevent future errors。
CURRER BELL。
April 13th; 1848。
Chapter 1
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day。 We had been wandering; indeed; in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs。 Reed; when there was no pany; dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre; and a rain so perating; that further out…door exercise was now out of the question。
I was glad of it: I never liked long walks; especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the ing home in the raw twilight; with nipped fingers and toes; and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie; the nurse; and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza; John; and Georgiana Reed。
The said Eliza; John; and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing…room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside; and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy。 Me; she had dispensed from joining the group; saying; “She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie; and could discover by her own observation; that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition; a more attractive and sprightly manner— something lighter; franker; more natural; as it were—she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented; happy; little children。”
“What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked。
“Jane; I don’t like cavillers or questioners; besides; there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner。 Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly; remain silent。”
A breakfast…room adjoined the drawing…room; I slipped in there。 It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume; taking care that it should be one stored with pictures。 I mounted into the window…seat: gathering up my feet; I sat cross…legged; like a Turk; and; having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close; I was shrined in double retirement。
Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass; protecting; but not separating me from the drear November day。 At intervals; while turning over the leaves of my book; I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon。 Afar; it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm…beat shrub; with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast。
I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for; generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that; child as I was; I could not pass quite as a blank。 They were those which treat of the haunts of sea…fowl; of “the solitary rocks and promontories” by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway; studded with isles from its southern extremity; the Lindeness; or Naze; to the North Cape—
“Where the Northern Ocean; in vast whirls;
Boils round the naked; melancholy isles
Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge
Pours in among the stormy Hebrides。”
Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland; Siberia; Spitzbergen; Nova Zembla; Iceland; Greenland; with “the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone; and those forlorn regions of dreary space;—that reservoir of frost and snow; where firm fields of ice; the accumulation of centuries of winters; glazed in Alpine heights above heights; surround the pole; and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold。” Of these death…white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy; like all the half…prehended notions that float dim through children’s brains; but strangely impressive。 The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vigtes; and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking。
I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard; with its inscribed headstone; its gate; its two trees; its low horizon; girdled by a broken wall; and its newly…risen crescent; attesting the hour of eventide。
The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea; I believed to be marine phantoms。
The fiend pinning down the thief’s pack behind him; I passed over quickly: it was an object of terror。
So was the black horned thing seated aloof on a rock; surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows。
Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings; yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings; when she chanced to be in good humour; and when; having brought her ironing…table to the nursery hearth; she allowed us to sit about it; and while she got up Mrs。 Reed’s lace frills; and crimped her nightcap borders; fe
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