�Do you think I am an automaton? � a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! � I have as much soul as you � and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal � as we are! contrast with These were the cattle of humanity in the eyes of Anna’s class, not only obstinately ignorant and immoral, but lacking the “heart’s luxuries” (sensitivity and imagination), and indifferent to death. “[They] love and sorrow like people who are exhausted and live only on potatoes,” instructed a parenting handbook that the Van Goghs read. “Their hearts are like their intellects; they have not progressed beyond primary school.” Naifeh, Steven (2011-10-17T23:58:59). Van Gogh . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. �

— Charlotte Bronte Jane eyre  

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