Comments on excerpts from Jane Eyre's fragments

one

Rolfe: Are you still awake?

Jane: How can you sleep until you come back safely? How about Mr. Mei Sen?

Rolfe: He's fine. He was taken care of by the doctor.

Jane: You said last night that the danger you were going to suffer was over?

Rolfe: It is difficult to guarantee that Mei Sen will not leave England. I hope the sooner the better.

Jane: He doesn't look like someone who hurt you on purpose.

Rolfe: Of course not. He may have hurt me unintentionally. Sit down.

Jane: Who the hell is Grace Poole? Why did you keep her?

Rolfe: I have no choice.

Jane: How?

Rolfe: Please be patient for a while and don't force me to answer. I ... how dependent I am on you now! Hi! Jane, what should we do?

There is such an example. There was a young man who was spoiled since childhood. He made a huge mistake-not a crime, but a mistake-and the consequences were terrible. The only escape is to get away with it and enjoy yourself. Later, he met a woman, a noble woman he had never seen in twenty years, and he found a chance to be reborn. But the world and human feelings hindered him. Can that woman ignore this?

Jane: Are you talking about yourself, Mr. Rochester?

Rolfe: Yes.

Jane: Everyone should be responsible to God with his own actions. We can't ask others to bear their own destiny, let alone Miss Ingram.

Rolfe: Hum! Don't you think if I marry her, she can give me a whole new life?

Jane: Since you ask me, I don't think so.

Rolfe: You don't like her? Tell the truth!

Jane: I don't think she is right for you.

Rolfe: Ah-so confident? So who is suitable? Is there anyone you can recommend? ..... Hum!

Hi.-Are you used to living here?

Jane: I am very happy here.

Rolfe: Would you like to leave here?

Jane: Get out of here?

Carol: I haven't lived here since I got married.

Jane: Of course. Adele can go to school and I can find another job. I'm going in! I am so cold!

Carol: Jane!

Jane: Let me go!

Rolfe: Wait!

Jane: Let me go!

Carol: Jane!

Jane: Why are you telling me this? She has nothing to do with you or me. Do you think I have no feelings because I am poor and unattractive? I will, too. If God endows me with wealth and beauty, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now! God wouldn't do that. Our spirit is the same, just as you and I will walk through the grave and stand before God in the same way!

Carol: Jane!

Jane: Let me go!

Rolfe: I love you, I love you!

Jane: No! Stop making fun of me!

Rolfe: Are you kidding? I want you! What Blanche has, I only regard her as the capital used by her father to reclaim land. Marry me, Jane! Say marry me!

Jane: ... Is it true?

Rolfe: Hi, how are you? Your doubts torment me! Say yes! Say yes!

……

God forgive me and don't let anyone interfere with me. She's mine, mine!

two

I went downstairs, walked under the building for a while, and finally opened and closed two doors without a sound and went to another row.

The stairs, up the stairs, are right across from Miss Temple's room. A star shines through the keyhole and under the door.

All is silent. When I approached, I saw that the door was unlocked, perhaps to let some fresh air into the sultry ward. I'm born this way.

I hate indecision, and I was impatient and impulsive at that time-my whole heart trembled with extreme pain, and I exerted myself.

Open the door, put your head in, look for Helen, and worry about meeting death.

. . . . . . . .

"Helen!" I whispered, "Are you awake?"

She moved and opened the curtain by herself. I saw her face, pale and haggard, but very calm. She looks like

Nothing has changed, so my fear suddenly disappeared.

"Is it really you, Jane?" She asked in a unique soft tone.

"ah!" I thought, "She won't die. They made a mistake. If she is not alive, her words and expressions will not be like this. "

As cool as a cucumber "

I went to her crib and kissed her. Her forehead is cold, her cheeks are cold and thin. Her hands and.

Wrist cold, only her smile remains.

"Why did you come here, Jane? It's past eleven. I heard a knock at the door a few minutes ago. "

"I came to see you, Helen. I heard that you are very ill. I can't sleep without talking to you. "

"Then you came to say goodbye to me. Maybe now is the time. "

"Where are you going, Helen? You are going home, aren't you? "

"Yes, back to my permanent-my last home."

"No, no, Helen," I paused and felt very sad. I tried to swallow my tears when Helen coughed, no

Did you wake the nurse? After coughing, she lay exhausted for a few minutes, and then whispered:

"Jane, you are barefoot. Lie down and cover my quilt. "

I did as she said. She put her arms around me and I hugged her tightly. After a long silence, she continued to whisper.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad, Jane. Don't be sad to hear that I am dead. " There's nothing to be sad about. We will all die one day. The disease that is killing me now is not painful. Gentle and slow, my mind has a rest. I won't make anyone feel too sad. I only have one father. He just got married recently and won't miss me. By dying so young, I can escape great pain. I don't have the temperament and talent to become rich in the world.

Yes If I live, I will always be wrong. "

"But where are you going, Helen? Can you see it? Do you know? "

"I believe, I have faith, and I will go to God."

"Where is God? What is God? "

"My creator, and you. He won't destroy what he created forever. I rely on his strength without reservation.

Quantity, completely trust his kindness, I counted the time until the important moment came, and then I was returned to him, and he again

Appear in front of me again. "

"Helen, then you must think there is such a place as heaven, where all our souls go after we die?"

"I'm sure there is a future country. I believe that God is merciful. I can put my immortal department carefree

Give it to him, God is my father, God is my friend, I love him, and I believe he loves me. "

"Helen, can I see you again after I die?"

"You will come to the same happy area and be accepted by the same great father, no doubt.

Ask, dear Jane. "

I asked again, and this time I just thought about it. "Where is this area? Does it exist or not? " I use my arm.

Shoulders make Helen's building more compact. She seems to be more precious to me than ever, and I feel as if I can't let her go.

I lay down and buried my face in her neck. She immediately said in the sweetest voice:

"How comfortable I am! My cough just now made me a little tired. I seemed to be able to sleep, but I left.

Give me a ride, Jane. I like you by my side. "

"I will be with you, dear Helen. No one can drive me away. "

"Are you warm, dear?"

"yes."

"Good night, Jane."

"Good night, Helen."

She kissed me, I kissed her, and they fell asleep soon.

It was already daytime when I woke up, and a strange shaking woke me up. I looked up and found myself lying down.

In someone else's arms, the nurse is holding me and sending me back to the dormitory through the aisle. I was not affected by leaving the bed.

Strange, people have other things to consider, and many of my questions have not been explained clearly. But a day or two later, I knew,

At dawn, Miss Temple returned to her room and found me lying in a small bed, my face pressed against helen burns's shoulder and my arm.

I fell asleep with my arm around her neck, Helen-dead. Ten years after her death, her grave was in Brockbridge Cemetery.

In five years, there was only one overgrown mound on the grave, and now a gray marble tombstone marks this place.

Her name and the word "resume" are engraved on her face.

three

Rochester: Who's there? Mrs Fairfax, is that you? Is anybody there? (to his dog) Well, well, ah, there's no one there. How can you be a person? Hmm? Is anybody there? I said. Who is it?

Jane Eyre: It's me

Rochester: Jane?

Jane Eyre: Yes.

Rochester: Jane.

Jane Eyre: Yes, yes.

Rochester: Make fun of me.

[Explanation] I was in tears and couldn't speak. I shook his hand.

Rochester: Is that you? Jane, is it really you? You came to see me? I didn't expect this, huh? Hum!

He touched my cheek with his hand.

Rochester: Why? Crying? There's no need to be sad. How long can I stay? An hour or two? Don't leave. Or do you have an impatient husband waiting for you?

Jane Eyre: No.

Rochester: Not married? This is not good. Jane, you are not beautiful. You can't be too picky.

Jane Eyre: Yes.

Rochester: It's strange that no one has proposed to you.

Jane Eyre: I didn't say no one proposed to me.

Rochester: I see. Yes, Jane, you should get married.

Jane Eyre: Yes, that's right. You should get married, too Like me, you can't be too picky.

Rochester: Ah, yes, of course not. So when are you getting married? I brought Adele back from school.

Jane Eyre: What marriage?

Rochester: Damn it, you said you were getting married.

Jane Eyre: No.

He knows what I really mean.

Rochester: Then a fool will find you sooner or later.

Jane: I hope so. A fool has already looked for me.

[Explanation] At this moment, I saw tears in his closed eyes.

Jane Eyre: I'm going home, Edward. Let me stay.

[Explanation] I rushed forward, snuggled up in his arms and wiped away his tears. He smiled again. We finally fell in love on an equal footing.

Jane Eyre review

The Struggle History of a Gray Old Mother in Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre 1847 is a novel with strong autobiographical elements. Although the story in the book is fictional, the life, environment and even many details of the heroine and many other characters are taken from the real experience of the author and the people around her. The author Charlotte Brontexq was born in a pastor's family in the north of England. When Charlotte was eight years old, her mother died young and she was sent to a boarding school. The living conditions there are extremely bad, and both her sisters died of lung disease. So Charlotte and her sister Emily returned to their hometown and spent their childhood in the desolate Yorkshire mountains. /kloc-At the age of 0/5, she entered the school run by Miss Wooler and worked as a teacher in this school a few years later. Later, she became a governess, but because she couldn't stand the discrimination and meanness of Miss Guo, she gave up her job as a governess. She had planned to start her own school, so she went to Italy with Emily and studied French and German with the help of her aunt. However, because no one came to study, the school failed. However, her experience of studying in Italy stimulated her strong desire to express herself and urged her to devote herself to the road of literary creation.

Jane Eyre, written in 1846, is Charlotte's second novel. She expressed her feelings with the struggle experience of a young woman of humble origin, which deeply touched the readers at that time. This novel was published in the autumn of 1847 under the pseudonym of Kohler Bell, and was reprinted twice the following year. This little-known writer Charlotte Brontexq thus entered the ranks of famous British novelists.

The uniqueness of Jane Eyre lies not only in the authenticity and strong appeal of the novel, but also in the fact that the novel has created an independent and enterprising female image that is not subject to secular pressure. The love story of Jane Eyre to Rochester in the novel vividly shows her fiery passion and sincere heart, and strongly reveals her love view. She despised the arrogance of powerful people, laughed at their stupidity, and showed independent personality and beautiful ideals. She boldly loved what she loved, but when she found that the person she loved still had a wife, she resolutely left the person and place she missed. The idea expressed in the novel, that is, women are unwilling to be assigned their position by society and demand independence and equality in work and even marriage, was extraordinary at that time and was also a great shock to the British literary world. At the fictional end of the novel, Jane Eyre gets a legacy and returns to the lonely and helpless Rochester. Although this plot is worthy of scrutiny, it reveals the author's ideal-women's independence and equality in economy, social status and family, and their unswerving loyalty to love.

Charlotte's writing style is also unique. Her writing is concise and vivid, simple and vivid, and the first-person narrative language makes the novel close to readers and reality. At the same time, the novel embodies the characteristics of European romantic literary tradition, and shows the author's rich imagination and poetic temperament. The author naturally uses dreams, hallucinations, premonitions, symbols and metaphors in his narration, which makes the "natural" realm of the novel hazy and wonderful.