The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.


Jane Eyre (1847)


The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.