What a consternation of soul was mine that dreary afternoon! How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought! (查看原文)
Yes, Mrs.Reed, to you I owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but I ought to forgive you,for you knew not what you did: while rending my hearts rings, you thought you were only uprooting my propensities. (查看原文)
I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance: something spoke out of me which I had no control. (查看原文)
...Alas the readers of our era are less favoured. But courage! I will not pause either to accuse or repine. I know poetry is not deasd, nor genius lost; nor has Mammon gained power over either, to bind or slay; they both assert their existence, their presence, their liberty and strength again one day. Powerful angels, safe in heaven! they smile when sordid souls triumph, and feeble ones weep over their destruction. Poetry destroyed? Genius banished? No! Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thourght. No; they not only live,but reign and redeem: and without their divine influence spread everywhere, you would be in hell-the hell of your own meanness. (查看原文)
