Monday, April 01, 2013

Mr. Rochester's thoughts on hope

Posted by Christoph

"'There again! Another stick of the penknife when she pretended to pat my head: and that is because I said I did not like the society of children and old women (low it be spoken!). No, young lady, I am not a general philantropist; but I bear a conscience'; and he pointed to the prominences which are said to indicate that faculty, and which, fortunately for him, were sufficiently conspicious; giving, indeed, a marked breadth to the upper part of his head: 'and, besides, I once had a kind of rude tenderness of heart. When I was as old as you, I was a feeling fellow enough; partial to the unfledged, unfostered and unlucky; but Fortune has knocked me about since: she has even kneaded me with her knuckles, and now I flatter myself I am as hard and tough as an India-rubber ball; pervious though, through a chink or two still, and with one sentient point in the middle of the lump.
Yes: Does that leave hope for me?'

'Hope of what sir?'

'Of my final re-transformation from India-rubber back to flesh.'"

Mr. Rochester ~ Jane Eyre

"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh!"

God - Ezekiel 36:26