extra Jane Eyre ones that EAT

hungry? not for long. I'm gonna eat.

until the end, where it is

Sir, Edward

oxymoron - the slave does not own anything that the master has given because the slave belongs to the master

bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched

talking about the necklace Rochester gave her

I left that; it was not mine

the way Jane feels about these gifts that she knows she feels no ownership to.

with a sense of annoyance and degradation

connotations of slavery, she is in a bejewelled cage, fairy-tale connotations

I will myself put the diamond chain round your neck . . . nature, at least, has stamped her patent of nobility on this brow, Jane; and I will clasp the bracelets on these fine wrists, and load these fairy-like fingers with rings

more emphasis of Rochester’s ownership over Jane. he lies - he is not conquered, she is. deceptive.

Jane, you please me, and you master me . . . while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger... I am influenced – conquered

adam and eve links - also emphasises how small and physically weak Jane is

It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame

st john and rosamund my lovess, st john’s reminiscing and feminine imagery

rested my temples on the breast of temptation, and put my neck voluntarily under her yoke of flowers

jane and her search for affection

I cannot bear to be solitary and hated, Helen. Look here; to gain some real affection from you, or Miss Temple… I would willingly submit to have the bone of my arm broken

• idolatry

• ECLIPSE METAPHORR

He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.

jane and st john, fire and ice.

I am cold: no fervour infects me, Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice

jane and helen, what helen is to Jane

It was as if a martyr, a hero, had passed a slave or victim, and imparted strength

rochester’s classist cynicism

Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary

helen on revenge and justice

Revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low

why jane cannot marry St John

He is a good and a great man, but he forgets, pitilessly, the feelings and claims of little people, in pursuing his own large views

jane on why he mistreats her and why she cannot bear it - Bronte’s views on what should actually be valued shine though.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!