I Care For Myself. The More Solitary,

I Mentally Shake Hands With You For Your Answer, Despite Its Inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

After A Youth And Manhood Passed Half In Unutterable Misery And Half In Dreary Solitude, I Have For The First Time Found What I Can Truly Love--i Have Found You.

You — You Strange — You Almost Unearthly Thing! — I Love As My Own Flesh. You — Poor And Obscure, And Small And Plain As You Are — I Entreat To Accept Me As A Husband.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

What Necessity Is There To Dwell On The Past, When The Present Is So Much Surer-the Future So Much Brighter?