That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.
Que jamás había existido una loca mayor que Jane Eyre, y que nunca idiota alguno se entregara a más dulces y fantásticos sueños bebiendo el veneno de la quimera como si fuese néctar.