A Candle in the Dark

The poor English teacher in the frosty garret, reading by a dim candle guttering in the wintry air, a letter simply good-natured–nothing more: though that good-nature then seemed to me god-like–was happier than most queens in palaces.

Villette

That strange moment when you identify a little too much with Charlotte Brontë…

 

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