Jane Eyre: This is my idea, sir.
Rochester: I see it. The one on your shoulder?
Jane Eyre: Yes, sir.
Rochester: Is there anything else on your mind?
Jane Eyre: I think it has everything, sir.
"The appearance of a naughty child is the most distressing thing," he began, "especially a disobedient little girl. Do you know where the bad guy went after he died? "
"They go to hell," her answer was ready-made and orthodox.
"What place is hell? Can you tell me? "
"It's a pit of fire."
"Would you like to fall into that fire pit and be burned to death forever?"
"No, sir."
"Then how can you avoid it?"
She thought for a while and finally gave an annoying answer: "I have to stay healthy and not die." Rochester: You have never been jealous, have you, Miss Eyre? Of course not. I don't need to ask you, because you have never been in love. I haven't experienced these two feelings. Your soul is sleeping, and it can only be awakened by electric shock. You think that all life, like your youth, is quietly flowing away. You close your eyes, plug your ears and go with the flow. You didn't see the rocks on the tidal riverbed not far away, and you didn't hear the billowing waves at the bottom of the rocks, but I tell you-listen carefully-that one day you will come to the rocky pass in the river, where the river of your whole life will be smashed into pieces, turning into whirlpools and turmoil, bubbles and bubbles.