When I was poorly sick just over a week ago, I was looking for something on television to distract me. I chose a film I have seen before. A dramatisation of Charlotte Bronte’ “Jane Eyre”. I read the book as a teenager, and I did think it quite wonderful. although I am not the biggest fan of any of the Bronte sisters in all honesty. So dramatic! I do prefer a more light-hearted cheerier romance in all honesty! I can just about cope with the dramatic, but some of the Bronte’s writings are more on the traumatic side!
But nonetheless, I did love Jane and wanted her to be happy. It seemed clear that it was only her devotion for Mr Rochester that could finally be expressed with a clear conscience that could make her really happy.
But I was struck by one particular scene in the 2011 dramatisation I watched. I have seen it acted out by others, but I really really was moved by this proposal scene.
I am such a softie! I love a romance. I totally understood the distraught conscience that plagued Jane. I absolutely understood that she could not force herself to love someone else, even though he was everything deemed proper. “Enough of love” indeed!
One of the ways I show love is acts of service (oooh that post is still in my drafts folder) and I can easily relate to the thought of loving a man who I could be useful to and express my devotion too. What I do like about Jane Eyre – is the portrayal of a love story in circumstances that are far from perfect. Had Jane and Mr Rochester crossed paths years earlier they may not have suited each other at all. But now after life has inflicted all sorts of blows and to some extent blessings – they find exactly what they need in each other.
I do love a happy-ish ending.