Pah

Autobiography

Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, chapter 2:

They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that could not sympathise with one amongst them; a heterogeneous thing, opposed to them in temperament, in capacity, in propensities; a useless thing, incapable of serving their interest, or adding to their pleasure; a noxious thing, cherishing the germs of indignation at their treatment, of contempt of their judgment.

Yeah!

Reminiscent so far of the first chapter of Harry Potter, though better written. Loving it, unlike Wuthering Heights.