That said, when I tried it all got a bit bleak.
‘She had an immense capacity for coolness and an appearance of calm that hid violent fits of passion’ - of Thérèse Raquin (Thérèse Raquin, Émile Zola).
‘I was in my own room as usual--just myself without obvious change: nothing had smitten me, or scathed me, or maimed me...Jane Eyre, who has been an ardent, expectant woman--almost a bride--was a cold, solitary girl again: her life was pale’ - Jane Eyre, (Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë).
How hatefully self-indulgent, of both of us.
‘you should know that about me. You should be aware of my principle characteristic which I choose to call my calmness. Other people have called it coldness, lack of commitment, over-control, a fishy disposition. I say that I’m calm, a calm person, and usually leave it at that, but I feel you should be better informed.’ - Jennifer (So I am Glad, A. L. Kennedy).
Masochistic asceticism, or sadistic ultraviolence it is, then.
I’m all amull with the possibilities.
1 comment:
Leni, tis Kales.
If we're playing this game again, there's no way you're Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre is a plank of MDF from a flatpack compared to the paint-splattered driftwood sculpture of a dophin that is you.
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