... Villette, Volume 2

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Harper & brothers, 1899 - 594 pages
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User Review  - tess_schoolmarm - LibraryThing

I read where Villette was the ruination of Charlotte Bronte's career, and I can understand why. The story is disjointed and difficult to follow. It may be difficult to follow if one doesn't know a great deal of conversational French, as entire paragraphs are written in French. Just terrible! Read full review

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User Review  - ctpress - LibraryThing

A few thoughts: - Villette didn’t capture my imagination as either [Shirley] or [Jane Eyre]. - I never really warmed up to the heroine Lucy Snowe (no pun intended) - she fascinated me, but not enough ... Read full review

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Page 148 - And the devil said unto him, All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them : for that is delivered unto me ; and to whomsoever I will I give it. If thou therefore wilt worship me, all shall be thine.
Page 306 - Before calamity she is a tigress ; she rends her woes, shivers them in convulsed abhorrence. Pain, for her, has no result in good ; tears water no harvest of wisdom ; on sickness, on death itself, she looks with the eye of a rebel. Wicked, perhaps, she is, but also she is strong, and her strength has conquered Beauty, has overcome Grace, and bound both at her side, captives peerlessly fair, and docile as fair.
Page 593 - The sun passes the equinox; the days shorten, the leaves grow sere; but - he is coming. Frosts appear at night; November has sent his fogs in advance; the wind takes its autumn moan; but - he is coming. The skies hang full and dark - a rack sails from the west; the clouds cast themselves into strange forms...
Page 558 - I always, through my whole life, liked to penetrate to the real truth; I like seeking the goddess in her temple, and handling the veil, and daring the dread glance.
Page 306 - Behold ! I found upon her something neither of woman nor of man : in each of her eyes sat a devil.
Page 306 - Where was the artist of the Cleopatra ? Let him come and sit down and study this different vision. Let him seek here the mighty brawn, the muscle, the abounding blood, the full-fed flesh he worshipped : let all materialists draw nigh and look on.
Page 126 - Oh, my childhood ! I had feelings : passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I could feel. About the present, it was better to be stoical ; about the future — such a future as mine — to be dead. And in catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature.
Page 67 - These feelings, however, were well kept in check by the secret but ceaseless consciousness of anxiety lying in wait on enjoyment, like a tiger crouched in a jungle. The breathing of that beast of prey was in my...
Page 236 - ... not plead a weak spine; she ought to have been standing, or at least sitting bolt upright. She had no business to lounge away the noon on a sofa. She ought likewise to have worn decent garments ; a gown covering her properly, which was not the case : out of abundance of material — seven-and-twenty yards, I should say, of drapery — she managed to make inefficient raiment. Then, for the wretched untidiness surrounding her, there could be no excuse.
Page 181 - dur' with you. You are one of those beings who must be kept down. I know you ! I know you! Other people in this house see you pass, and think that a colourless shadow has gone by. As for me, I scrutinised your face once, and it sufficed.

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