Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzles me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half fancying it alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was folded in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise. ✨ Charlotte Bronte (2014). The Complete Works Of Charlotte Bronte: Jane Eyre, Shirley, Villette, and The Professor, p.41, Harper Collins

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