Ah, But You're The Insidious Type--jane Eyre

Contemplation Seems To Be About The Only Luxury That Costs Nothing.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

Perhaps It Would Really Be Rather Dull To Be Married And Settled For Life. Liar! It Would Be Heaven.