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Sundays with Jane Eyre

The Rosenbach Museum has a wonderful  Bronte event happening. Beginnings September 19, and lasting until April 10, their biblioventure continues with Sundays with Jane Eyre, a 30 week read of the infamous romance.

Each week from 2P – 4P EST, join Edward G. Pettit and a rotating list of cohosts on Zoom as they do a deep dive into the book covering a chapter or two a week.

The Rosenbach also holds a first edition of Jane Eyre in their collection along with a copy owned by Lewis Carroll, a letter from Charlotte herself to Ellen Nussey, and most importantly, a manuscript in Charlotte’s hand of the preface she wrote for the second edition of the book signed by her pseudonym, Currer Bell.

The Rosenbach requests that you register in advance and if you miss a week, you can watch the the available replay. For more information, visit the program website.

 

 

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No Possibility

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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His Presence

“A safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His Omnipresence.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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Dread Remorse

“Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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Its Beams

“[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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Forget Her Severity

“Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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Strange Sensation

“It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and still I was alone.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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More Potent

“Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte