Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Jane Eyre # 1

No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and that I might gaze without being observed, that my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking, - a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept in poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.


He made me love him without looking at me.


xary said...

wow essa frase final. sweet the sting. parece que já estás a abraçar melhor essa história não? acabam por apanhar-nos, mais cedo ou mais tarde... as matreiras ;)

beijo grande*

sancie said...

Not the quote I'd go with, but Charlotte is brilliant all through. :)