Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night– of the general state of mind which I have indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having come forward and told in her own quiet way , a plain, unvarnished tale, showing how I had rejected the real, and rabidly devoured the ideal;– I pronounced judgment to this effect:– That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life: that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed the poison as if it were nectar.

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