Last night I watched the 2011 version of Jane Eyre. It was beautiful and haunting but I was a little disturbed remembering how romantic I thought the book was when I read it in high school since it's kind of a tale of successful sexual harassment...
Maybe the book is different, or maybe all girls Catholic school really does mess a person up.
Luckily, my favorite part of the book was still perfect. It's when a young Jane has the following conversation with the headmaster of her new school:
“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?”
“They go to hell,” was my ready and orthodox answer.
“And what is hell? Can you tell me that?”
“A pit full of fire.”
“And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there forever?”
“What must you do to avoid it?”
I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: “I must keep in good health and not die.”