Over a month now. I have not gone anywhere except the grocery store and the laundromat.
I’m continuing to read “Jane Eyre”. I have about 180 pages remaining. At this point, I don’t think there’s anything that is going to get me on board with Senor Rochester. I recognize that he is miles better than his contemporary masculine heroes, and I’m sure there are lots of Rochester apologists out there who have convincing arguments as to the importance of him being the way he is.
But I remain unconvinced. At the end of the day I am not down for a forty-year-old attempting to seduce an eighteen-year-old who is in his employment and of a lower class and has never met another man in her life (except Mr. Brocklehurst). Plus he’s keeping a woman locked up in his attic. In a room with NO WINDOWS.
Anyway, I’m enjoying the book otherwise. It’s very well written. I like Jane as a character for the most part. I see her falling for Mr. Rochester as a survival mechanism. If you’re in that place as a dependent with absolutely nothing, you do what you have to do.
It reminds me very much of the English folk tale “Mr. Fox”. Especially the part when Jane tells Mr. Rochester about the “strange occurrence” and he continually denies it.
“It is not so. Nor it was not so. And God forbid it should be so,” says Mr. Fox.
Other than that, I’m starting to think about registration for classes in the fall. If things will be around in the fall. I hope they will.
Short and sweet today. It’s been 35 days of writing this.