That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.
I have always so identified with this story… even though I’m not an orphan, in many ways I feel like my family life growing up was … odd… to say the least. And that always sets the stage for adult friendships and relationships. So anyway, not only is Jane Eyre beautifully written, the protagonist’s qualities and thought processes do seem similar to my own.
I think that’s all I have to say for today. The quote fits with how I have been feeling as of late. -_-