- It's not particularly interesting that as Jane arrived at Lowood and its initial torments, having left the long dark of Gateshead, in November when it was cold and nasty, so her life was terrible, and now that the weather is improving, so is her situation. I say "not particularly interesting," because this sort of parallel is almost cliche nowadays, at least in the obvious nature that it's used here. It's about as bad as the rain that falls so obsequious to mood in HP7's tent scene (book, not movie) when Ron takes off in a huff. So the questions: 1, is it indeed cliche; 2, is there a better way to emphasize the emotions; 3, is winter really so bad; and 4, does this mean we have to wait until Fall for her life to drop back to torment again, or should we expect Spring thunderstorms and hurricanes?
- There's a shock to the system of cheerfulness, just a few paragraphs down from the chapter's top, with the rising of the fog: dank and deadly! as if the thaw of Spring has done little more than permit the zombies and their pestilence (flea- and louse-carriers of typhus, which very word means "foggy") to escape their icy, winter prisons. Is the beauty of spring really no more than a bate? Yet, ironic it is, leastway for those who've escaped the disease: life becomes even more pleasant for their increased freedom, as the teachers are all locked up with the infirm! Blessed be those of strong constitution, and O, pity the poorly frail! At least the dying have the comfort of a beautiful view.
- Is there no remorse or second thought for those not free to roam the woods? At least Mr. Brocklehurst stays away, right? Is Jane really so cruel? Shouldn't she abscond to see her most valued friend earlier than she finally does? Why does she take so much time with the callow Mary Ann?
- Interesting, contrary to the weather-plus-mood, that as Jane finally begins to think about the death and disease around her and its contingency of heaven and hell, she gets news of Helen's imminent death. So what of Helen? What might this say about Jane?
- Are those who die young to be envied?
- The melodrama of Jane Eyre reminds me of Anne of Green Gables, only, of course, darker. (I've been trying to figure out this connection out since chapter 3--Jane is a goth Anne Shirley!)
- Helen has a father. Was her little speech about him not missing her, distracted by his recent marriage, just euphemism? After all, she's not even taken home for burial, and it's 15 years before a grave marker is placed. And who will have placed the marker, and what's up with the idiot father?
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