Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you – especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”
The customs officer at LAX welcomed me home – so here I am, “home”, as it were. But I won’t wax too poetic in public view. It was a lovely trip, and I’ll post about it later and elsewhere, with pictures, if anyone would care to see what I’ve been doing.