tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896212.post9113053633502842123..comments2024-02-19T06:19:51.517+00:00Comments on The Brontë Parsonage Blog: To the Core of Charlotte's HeartUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896212.post-28023841472451270392017-06-13T11:45:43.340+01:002017-06-13T11:45:43.340+01:00" God protect me through this night ".
..." God protect me through this night ". <br /><br />You know I can see them both laughing over that inscription. Humor was one of their greatest bonds...and laughing over who had the greater claim for the protection lol Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05033117202223821117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896212.post-90084683379500456302013-09-08T11:32:59.395+01:002013-09-08T11:32:59.395+01:00After reading Marina Saegerman's interesting ...After reading Marina Saegerman's interesting article on ''The Roots of Arthur Bell Nicholls'' and his time in Ireland, I was reminded of a passage from a book written by Juliet Nicolson, the grand daughter of the Bloomsbury group of artists Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson, of her grandfather's travels in France. The collapsing of time through anecdotal recollection is indeed an exhilarating game !! reader please note.........<br />I will quote Juliet Nicolson, '' When my grandfather was a child he went on holiday to France and was introduced to a very old man with a long white beard who, as a child himself, had been the personal standard - bearer for Napoleon Bonaparte, stepping out at the front of the emperor's procession as it made its way to the battlefield of Waterloo........... On another occasion the same grandfather had been holidaying in the Alps, walking through the summer mountain flowers with a couple of undergraduate friends. Taking shelter in a log cabin from a sudden cold wind, the young men fell to discussing the author of the novel they were all reading. Had Charlotte Bronte really loved Mr Nicholls, they wondered, or had her father pressed his bachelor curate on an unwilling daughter ?<br />An old man who had been sitting unobtrusively in the corner by the fire suddenly stirred. '' I can assure you all that Charlotte certainly married Mr Nicholls out of feelings of true love, '' he told them sternly. '' And I should know the truth, because I am Mr Nicholls. '' <br />So, Let us be in no doubt that Charlotte's famous lines "Reader, I married him." applied to her husband as well as Mr Rochester, and were meant with true love. <br /><br />geoff harrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com