Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre quietly opened the door of her own room and let Mr. Rochester go in first. She probed, opened her eyes wide and carefully confirmed that no one had noticed any movement here, so she also entered the room and closed the door gently.

The moment she closed the door, Mr. Rochester had already lit the candle on her desk.Although the candlelight was weak, but with the bright moonlight, her small room could be seen clearly.

Mr. Rochester sat down on her usual stool, and surveyed the room with dark eyes.The place is neatly tidied up, there is nothing superfluous—perhaps because of the poverty of the owner, the whole room has almost no personal atmosphere.On the desk was a notebook he had seen before, and it could be seen from the side that this book was filled with writing and read countless times.

Seeing that he naturally occupied her position, Jane Eyre had to sit by the bed and face him as much as possible.Her desk was at the end of the bed, facing the window, so that Mr. Rochester was again sitting in her shade.Her face was clearly illuminated by moonlight and candlelight, while Mr. Rochester's face was hidden in the darkness.

Rochester just looked at her quietly, and finally spoke when she felt hairy: "The evidence of my memories has been found, Miss Jane. It's like a wanderer who finally caught driftwood in the waves, and was blown into it by the strong wind again." into the abyss—such despair is always accompanied by the bursting of the hope bubble."

"You mean, Mr. Mason?" Jane Eyre spoke boldly, and she realized that Mr. Rochester now had a strong desire to confide, and he was about to confess his black memories.

"Ah, did you already know?" He seemed not expecting it, and fell into silence again.

"I just heard that Mrs. Fairfax told Ellie to prepare a light meal for Mr. Mason. Is Mr. Mason alone on the third floor now?"

"Of course not alone—oh, I was going to tell you about it." He cleared his throat. "Have you got any water here? It's a long story, Miss Jane."

"Sorry, I rarely entertain others." Jane Eyre remembered that she hadn't poured him a glass of water yet, so she got up and poured him a glass. Fortunately, there was still a glass in the cabinet that she had never used. "I only have hot water here." She handed the cup to Mr. Rochester.Mr. Rochester held the cup tightly, as if he didn't feel the scalding temperature.

"I told you once that this is the last dark spot in my memory... Bertha Mason lives on it." He pointed to the ceiling. "I suppose you already know Grace Poole, She is strong enough and loyal enough to hold Bertha Mason, or rather, my 'wife'."

Speaking of the word "wife", his face showed great despair and pain, like a drowning person.

"You must not have thought that I already have a 'wife', Miss Jane." He didn't look at Jane Eyre anymore, his eyes were fixed on the heat of the cup, "When I was around your age, Deceived by my father and elder brother—or, I also blamed my naivety and innocence at the time, and was seduced by her beauty. Like Medusa, she handed me a glass of poisonous wine, and the poisonous snake wrapped around me tightly. "

"She married me with youth, beauty and a large dowry. Of course I was ecstatic at first. I thought I had got the rarest treasure in the world. But the good times don't last long--have you already said this sentence I've heard it countless times - it didn't occur to me that she had a family history of psychosis."

"After the initial brief sweetness, she became slutty, obscene, and vulgar. Her thoughts were so vulgar that she couldn't communicate with me. No matter what I said, she insulted me with stupid and sarcastic language. For four weeks In [-], she destroyed me. Her vices clung to my limbs like vines, and I was almost suffocated. Her venom changed me from a naive youth to a gloomy freak. Alcoholism, trying to drag me into the abyss with her—Miss Jane, am I guilty of wanting to get out of this abyss of suffering?"

Jane Eyre already knew all this, but when she really faced him, his sorrow and struggle deeply infected her.She shook her head, she looked at his silhouette, black eyes lit by the flickering candle as if they were full of tears.

"In four years, my elder brother passed away, and in the fifth year, my father also passed away. So I have a lot of wealth and Thornfield, but I am bound to her forever. From the law From the perspective of society, I will never be able to get rid of her, and I will never be able to get rid of the jealous and sympathetic eyes of others—she was diagnosed as crazy, and her arrogance and arrogance gave birth to the seeds of the disease.”

"After she was diagnosed, she was locked up. I won't repeat all the weirdness and collapses during the period. Even if I mentioned it again, I couldn't breathe. Once, I took out the penis from the box and wanted to To take my own life. But luckily I didn't, the thought just passed me by. It occurred to me that in Europe, no one knew that my name had been tarnished long ago - when I first realized the truth, my father Learning of the disgraceful conduct of the woman of his choice, and hastening to cover it up for me - I took her to England by ship and locked her up in Thornfield. I thought I was free at last. I was eager After arranging everything, I started to travel far away with my whole body full of sin and exhaustion.”

He finished speaking a long paragraph with anger, the cup in his hand had become warm, and he drank it all in one breath with his head down.If it was wine, perhaps he would be more satisfied.

"Miss Jane, have you listened to my complaints so quietly?" Mr. Rochester looked tired, "Say something, Miss Jane."

Jane Eyre stared at the pattern on the bedpost, and said what she had been thinking for several years: "Sir, I am very glad that you can tell me such a story, and I am very happy to be your friend. Undoubtedly, you are A really good gentleman--you don't have to rush to argue, there's nothing to be ashamed of--I know, there are ways, or wrongdoings, to get you out of it all, but you still wouldn't do that Despicable conduct. Mrs. Rochester, she . . . "

"Call her Bertha Mason, Miss Jane. You've stabbed me in the heart again." Mr. Rochester interrupted with a shudder.

"Well, Mrs. Mason. From another perspective, she is also a tragedy. I know that you may not understand when I say this, but I think that since you want to face the problem directly, you must understand your teammates and opponents. The Mason family, after all What do you think of this woman, disgust, worry, fear? I see that Mrs. Fairfax and Ellie are no strangers to Mr. Mason, so he must come here often, right? He seems to be interested in Mrs. Mason You still have the sympathy and care of your relatives, but you have transferred all the pain to you. In my opinion, this is not fair."

"She is already married to me, and it is already Rochester's responsibility." He whispered, his eyes glazed over.

"But this is based on deceit. They should be ashamed of you! And they should bear at least half of the responsibility." Jane Eyre looked at him disapprovingly, "You are a gentleman, and you have taken all the blame on yourself body, and they push you into the fire, keep adding new fires, and never help - sorry, I know I'm a little naive. I haven't studied the law and don't understand it Is there any chance of reversing, even if only improving the current situation to a certain extent?"

From Jane Eyre's point of view, Mr. Rochester is really...principled. He completely regards Bertha as his own responsibility. Even in the most embarrassing moment, he never thought of hurting her, but thought of killing himself. .He exiled his soul in the sensuality, and became more and more depraved, but he couldn't bear to violate his beliefs.

Mr. Rochester frowned, thinking about her words.What a daring girl, she even tempted herself to break her faith and her vows!Is this the angel who saved him, or the devil who pushed him to hell?

"If you want me to give any advice, I can only suggest that you see a lawyer." In fact, 'divorce' is not completely unfeasible, but it also involves family and religion.Jane Eyre has consulted relevant information. The nineteenth century was not completely free of "divorce". Although it was common throughout the UK, there were still a few cases.It's just that the suffering involved, she can guess after reading the data, it is very huge.

The key lies in whether Mr. Rochester himself can think of this level.As the soul of a modern person, Jane Eyre is used to the separation and reunion of later generations. In addition, she does not believe in Catholicism. She cannot understand how shocking it is to break through her own inherent concepts and beliefs.

Jane Eyre does not know that she is now a combination of angel and devil in the eyes of Mr. Rochester.

Then, they all fell into a long silence.Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps and crashes overhead.Jane Eyre's eyes widened, and Mr. Rochester immediately stood up, gnashing his teeth and said, "Mason must have ignored my advice and ran to see her alone!" Out of her door, ran to the direction of the third floor.

Startled, Jane Eyre sat on the bed and listened carefully to the movement upstairs.She faintly heard the sound of arguing, cursing, the door being slammed shut, and the sound of heavy objects falling.

"Ah——!!!!" A shrill scream pierced the tranquility of the night.

The doors outside were all opened one after another. The guests were startled and came out one after another, asking each other what happened.Jane Eyre also walked out of the room with her hands, and saw Mr. Rochester coming down from the third floor with a calm expression, comforting his guests, and explaining that a maid in the family was naturally sensitive, and seemed to be frightened, so there was no need to make a fuss.

Seeing Mr. Rochester persuade his guests back to the room with a few words, Jane Eyre couldn't help admiring his high emotional intelligence from the bottom of her heart.When Jane Eyre was about to go back to the room, she saw him winking at her and beckoning her to go upstairs.