Jane Eyre Written Task

Written Task

Jane Eyre

Mr. Rochester diary entry:

It has been just four days since I last wrote you, and I feel that everything is different inside me. I can barely remember my mood, my personality... my essence. Everything has become so blurry, and I can't even find a logical explanation for it. I'm not sure if it is the first time this happens to me, but there is without a doubt a hint of déjà vu. In my memories I cannot clearly distinguish between dreams and reality, so don't believe for sure everything I'm about to say; the only way out that I've got for this mental chaos is to recall the past events of my life, and do a cause and consequence process, or maybe I'll just waste my time.

Three days ago I was in Kingston upon Hull waiting for a meeting with a man named Luke Smith, who wanted to buy a distant piece of land that has belong to my family since the sixteen century. He picked me up at the motel were I was staying and drove us to his place, which was located at the centre of the city. When we finished dialoguing, he offered me to take me back to the motel, but I preferred to walk. I didn't notice that the night had parked upon Yorkshire’s skies, and suddenly the clouds let the rain fall. I was getting wet and there were no stores open. I could see at the distance a lantern. The moonlight was making her way between clouds and rain to shine, and I was trying to descry the distant light. I started running. When I finally arrived to the lantern, I got into a house beside. There was a man and he stood looking at me, "Good nights, my name is Edward Rochester, I was on my way when it started raining, I'm sorry but I had to rush in". I said, and he replied "Please, come, I'll lend you a towel. You shouldn't be walking this late and without an umbrella". I dried myself and he invited me to join him and friends of his, they were drinking and playing music at the third floor, they had a gorgeous pianoforte. Three men and three women, they weren't engaged but it was obvious that they had a sort of relationship. They were distracted and I got bored incredibly fast, so I thanked him for his hospitality and went out very disappointed. The rain had subsided and I had to walk about fifteen minutes to the motel, there was nobody walking in the gloom of the night, that made me think on how late it was. When I was finally in the motel I noticed that the receptionist was asleep, it was uncomfortable to wake him up, but I had to because he had to give me my room key.

The next day I woke up at dawn, the sun had just one third of itself above the water horizon. I liked the mood of the day, the sky was clear and birds whistled their lovely music. Probably this last fact gave me the idea of going to hunter and practice rifle shots. The motel didn't offer breakfast, so I thought of cooking one of the birds that I was going to shoot. I picked up my luggage, paid the owner of the place for the stay and went to saddle my horse that I tied yesterday to a tree. I remember that I felt very tense and repressed when I was departing Kingston, so I made my horse gallop as fast as he could. The refreshing breeze hit my face, counteracting the heat provoked by the sun and the adrenalin of the moment. The mountains looked prodigious, they inspired me, and the grass made me want to be laying on it, looking at the infinite sky. For that short moment I felt really free. Free of worries, free of myself. But then, the most instinctive and primary need that affects human being, and any living thing, shouted in my head. Hunger. And suddenly all my fears came back to me, I was coming back to reality and that depressed me. But there was nobody to talk to. I was alone and a feeling of nostalgia made me want to go back home immediately. The trip was long and the sun had gone by the time I arrived to my house. In the journey I suffered an accident and I sprained my leg. In my house I expected to see Adèle and Mrs. Fairfax and do the typical routine that involves them, but before I could get to my destiny I fell from my horse and got stunned. A woman who saw me offered me help very kindly. It was dark, but when I finally saw her face, the notion of time in my mind froze and a million of memories passed through my eyes. Every single moment of my life, that I was unwittingly seeing, made me feel a deep happiness inside. Suddenly the lapse ended and I couldn't even remember what I was doing an hour ago. Everything from then on had a justification from my soul, I have a reason to live, and every time I remember the woman that helped me, the feeling gets stronger. That was about four hours ago. I came to my bedroom as soon as I could, to retain all this information fresh and write it down, and get some conclusions. Now that I'm done, I have to say that everything is clearer and I understand now why I feel this way.


Rationale

In this written task, I chose to write about Mr. Rochester's thoughts and feelings. In "Jane Eyre" he is a reserved and mysterious character that doesn't talks much about his self or thoughts, so I invented a diary entry in which he tells in first person that he is not the same that he was before, and to give an explanation to that, he recounts all the events that began two days ago and finished right when he is done recounting the events.
I chose this format because it forced me to write as it would write a man from Victorians times. In "Jane Eyre", the author Charlotte Brontë used complex words and sentences to express what she wanted. So in order to do something similar, every time I wrote a sentence I changed the ordinary nouns, adjectives and adverbs for more accurate ones. "The rain had subsided and I had to walk about fifteen minutes to the motel, there was nobody walking in the gloom of the night", words like subsided and gloom are an example of accurate words. This is the main connection between the written task and the chapter Language and style.
The possible audience of this text would be "Jane Eyre" readers, or people who saw one of the films.