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Whereas Story Is Processed In The Mind In A Straightforward Manner, Poetry Bypasses Rational Thought And Goes Straight To The Limbic System And Lights It Up Like A Brushfire. It's The Crack Cocaine Of The Literary World.

You Have Many Fine Qualities That I Admire. But You Are Out Of Time. You Should Have Been Born A Century Ago, When Values Such As Yours Meant Something.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Governments And Fashions Come And Go But Jane Eyre Is For All Time.

The Cleanest Souls Are The Easiest To Soil.