Most true is it that “beauty is in the eye of the gazer.”  My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth,—all energy, decision, will,—were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an […]

[For those inclined, here's Part 01 of the Rereading Jane Eyre series, which talks about: This long-awaited reunion. Things I've forgotten, things to remember. And, re the book itself (hee), Jane Eyre's childhood.] I have realized that I am now older than the Jane Eyre that most appears in the novel. I am twenty-one. [Present] […]

. . . I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold. An Introduction. Of Sorts. — What follows is, I am afraid, a rather self-indulgent post. I have reread what has to be my favoritest-est book ever. I have loved this book […]