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Image: Jane Eyre,Charlotte Brontë, New York: Barnes _ Noble Classics, 2003
“I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of, but never seen; that then I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach. I valued what was good in Mrs. Fairfax, and what was good in Adele; but I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold.”
“Who blames me ? Many, no doubt; and I shall be called discontented. I could not help it; the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the thirdrstory, backward and forward, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind’s eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it — and certainly they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, jest of all, to open my inward ear to a tale thaj was never ended — a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously, quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.” — Charlotte Brontë (Currer Bell), Jane Eyre, 1847
This is post one of the “Restless Reader” a Leisure bibliography of restlessness in literature.