We meet, and I am quick to fall into a pattern of hatred. Yet, how do we meet? Ah…that is true brilliance. The early evening of winter has fallen, Jane is out on a mundane errand, sulking over the passion she sought and has not yet found, lost in her own quiet depression. The symbolic moon rising overhead cascades her with light. The dreary weather matches her agony. Yet not all is lost! Hurrah! The galloping, startling, and impatient rush of a beast comes towards her, yet the first we see is actually the dog, and Pilot is still a large running figure, but he seems to cause no harm. He runs past as if Jane is just another tree in the distance. The horse crumbles to the ground. The giant black horse crushes Mr. Rochester underneath his mass; a result of slipping on a frozen beck. This ice, inconveniently in the middle of Rochesters’ passing represents more than just the waxing winter. Jane is still fighting with those two extremes that have haunted her life! She longs for fire, energy, and something more to enliven her spirits.
How enthralling...this entire scene just hooks you. I could feel that it was going to bring about great things! YAY! :)
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Odd how you seem to jump backward a hundred pages or so (or are you just now realizing how much foreshadowing took place in that earlier scene)? Regardless, an interesting post!
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