1, I like today's day, like the iron gray sky, like the solemn world in the cold, like Thornfield, like its antique, like its seclusion, like the thorns of its crow, like its gray front, like its rows of dark windows reflecting the gray sky. But in the long years, I felt disgusted at the thought of it, just like avoiding the breeding ground of the plague: I still hated it.
2. When I am alone again, I think carefully about what I hear, peek into my mind, examine my thoughts and feelings, and try to incorporate everything wandering in the endless and hopeless imagination wilderness into the reliable norms of common sense with a pair of strict hands.