I'll give you my thoughts, and they'll probably confuse you. Don't worry, they confuse me too. As for me, well, I'm neither extraordinary nor normal, neither complex nor simple. I'm just like you- except that I am me.
I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre
I love this novel. I’ve read it many, many times, and the dialogue still gets to me. I doubt that anyone could be quite as romantic as Mr. Rochester.
