Last night

I stumbled onto the Ovation channel where they occasionally play really great, yet slightly obscure movies (Madame Bovary, Dr. Zhivago) and they were showing Jane Eyre. Since the new movie is coming out soon, I figured I'd watch this old one for comparison's sake and as a refresher because I read the book so very long ago. Well, I had plain forgotten how painful it was. That moment when everything unravels, and you see the despair on her face and you hear the extreme frustration in his voice. Sigh.

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