우연히 내 손에 들어온 BBC TV영화 시리즈 . 이 영화 하나로 사춘기 시절의 나로 다시 돌아간 기분이었다. 내가 가장 좋아하는 소설이자 처음으로 밤새 한숨에 책을 읽는 열정을 깨닫게 해준 책이 바로 - 샬럿 브론테의 "제인에어 Jane Eyre". 그래서 1996년도였나...샤를롯트 갱스부르와 윌리엄 허트 주연의 영화 버젼도 너무 열광하면서 사랑했었는데, 이 BBC TV 시리즈를 보곤, 말로 글로 표현을 못하겠다..완전 반해버렸다.
한창 '아가사 크리스티' 추리소설에 버닝하던 중학교 2년차인 나에게, 제인 에어가 자신의 지나온 삶의 이야기를 고백하는 형식의 이 책을 읽는 순간 제인에게 동화되어 극중 인물이 마치 자신인듯 리얼하게 그 아픔, 고통, 설레임, 사랑등 온갖 감정을 고스란히 느끼며 밤새 연이어 독서하는 즐거움을 처음으로 안겨줬던.... 내 청소년 시절의 최고의 책이라고 할 수 있다.
그들의 사랑을 확인하는 고목나무 아래서의 chapter는 횟수도 셀 수 없을 만큼 반복 리딩해서 그 페이지는 자동 열람이 가능해지기도 했다. ^^;;
I thought no more of Grace Poole or the mad laughter that I had heard. In an instant I was within the chamber. Tongues of flame darted around the bed; the curtains were on fire. In the midst of smoke and blaze Mr.Rochester lay stretched in deep sleep.
"Wake ! " I cried. "Wake up!"
I shook him, but he only murmured and turned. The smoke had stupefied him. Not a moment could be lost : the very sheets were burning. I rushed to his water-basin and jug. Both were filled with water. I heaved them up and threw them over bed and man, flew back to my own room, brought my own water-jug and basin, and drenched the bed afresh.
Mr.Rochester was stirring at last. Though it was now dark, I knew he was awake, because I could hear him swearing at finding himself lying in a pool of water.
"Is there a flood?" he cried.
"No, sir," I answered, "but there has been a fire. Do please get up. I will fetch you a candle."
"In the name of all the elves, is that Jane Eyre?" he demanded. "What have you done, witch? Have you plotted to drown me?"
"In Heaven's name, get up!" I cried.
"Indeed somebody has plotted something. You cannot too soon find out who and what it is."
"Ah, here is my dressing-gown. Now run and fetch a candle."
I did run. I brought back the candle which still remained in the gallery.
He took it from my hand, held it up, and looked at the bed, blackened and scorched, the sheets drenched, the carpet all round swimming in water.
"What is it? And who did it?" he asked.
I told him what I knew. He listened very gravely.
"Shall I call Mrs.Fairfax?" I asked, when I had told my story.
"No. What can she do? Take my cloak and wrap it round you. I am going to leave you for a few minutes. I shall take the candle. Stay where you are, and be as still as a mouse. Don't move, remember, or call any one."
He went. I watched the light withdraw. He passed up the gallery very softly, unclosed the staircase door, and shut it after him. I was left in darkness. A very long time passed. I was about to move, when the light once more gleamed on the gallery wall. He re-entered, pale and very bloomy.
"It's as I thought," he said, putting his candle down on the wash-stand.
"How, sir?"
"You say that you heard an odd laugh?" he asked, frowning.
"Yes, sir. There is a woman who sews here, called Grace Poole-- She laughs in that way. She is an odd person."
"Just so. Grace Poole--you have guessed it. She is, as you say, strange--very.
However, say nothing about it. I'll sleep on the sofa in the library for the rest of the night. It's nearly four o'clock."
I made a move. "Good night, sir." I said.
"What!" he exclaimed,
"Are you leaving me in that way? Why, you have saved my life-- and you walk past me as if we were strangers! At least shake hands."
He held out his hand. I gave him mine ; he took it frst in one, then in both his own.
"Jane, you have saved my life," he said, "I am very much in your debt."
"There is no debt, sir," I answered. "Good -night again."
"Wait," he said, still holding my hands.
"I knew you would do me good in some way, when I first set eyes on you. I read it in your eyes--and your smile."
"I am glad I happened to be awake," I said and then I was going.
"What! you will go?"
"I am cold, sir."
"Cold? Yes, and standing in a pool! Go then, Jane, go!"
But he still held one hand, and I could not free it.
"I think I hear Mrs.Fairfax moving," I said hastily.
He let go of my hand, and I was gone.
I went back to my bed, but never thought of sleep.
[Jane Eyre] 마녀-제인, 사랑을 말하다...
우연히 내 손에 들어온 BBC TV영화 시리즈 . 이 영화 하나로 사춘기 시절의 나로 다시 돌아간 기분이었다. 내가 가장 좋아하는 소설이자 처음으로 밤새 한숨에 책을 읽는 열정을 깨닫게 해준 책이 바로 - 샬럿 브론테의 "제인에어 Jane Eyre". 그래서 1996년도였나...샤를롯트 갱스부르와 윌리엄 허트 주연의 영화 버젼도 너무 열광하면서 사랑했었는데, 이 BBC TV 시리즈를 보곤, 말로 글로 표현을 못하겠다..완전 반해버렸다.
한창 '아가사 크리스티' 추리소설에 버닝하던 중학교 2년차인 나에게, 제인 에어가 자신의 지나온 삶의 이야기를 고백하는 형식의 이 책을 읽는 순간 제인에게 동화되어 극중 인물이 마치 자신인듯 리얼하게 그 아픔, 고통, 설레임, 사랑등 온갖 감정을 고스란히 느끼며 밤새 연이어 독서하는 즐거움을 처음으로 안겨줬던.... 내 청소년 시절의 최고의 책이라고 할 수 있다.
그들의 사랑을 확인하는 고목나무 아래서의 chapter는 횟수도 셀 수 없을 만큼 반복 리딩해서 그 페이지는 자동 열람이 가능해지기도 했다. ^^;;
I thought no more of Grace Poole or the mad laughter that I had heard. In an instant I was within the chamber. Tongues of flame darted around the bed; the curtains were on fire. In the midst of smoke and blaze Mr.Rochester lay stretched in deep sleep.
"Wake ! " I cried. "Wake up!"
I shook him, but he only murmured and turned. The smoke had stupefied him. Not a moment could be lost : the very sheets were burning. I rushed to his water-basin and jug. Both were filled with water. I heaved them up and threw them over bed and man, flew back to my own room, brought my own water-jug and basin, and drenched the bed afresh.
Mr.Rochester was stirring at last. Though it was now dark, I knew he was awake, because I could hear him swearing at finding himself lying in a pool of water.
"Is there a flood?" he cried.
"No, sir," I answered, "but there has been a fire. Do please get up. I will fetch you a candle."
"In the name of all the elves, is that Jane Eyre?" he demanded. "What have you done, witch? Have you plotted to drown me?"
"In Heaven's name, get up!" I cried.
"Indeed somebody has plotted something. You cannot too soon find out who and what it is."
"Ah, here is my dressing-gown. Now run and fetch a candle."
I did run. I brought back the candle which still remained in the gallery.
He took it from my hand, held it up, and looked at the bed, blackened and scorched, the sheets drenched, the carpet all round swimming in water.
"What is it? And who did it?" he asked.
I told him what I knew. He listened very gravely.
"Shall I call Mrs.Fairfax?" I asked, when I had told my story.
"No. What can she do? Take my cloak and wrap it round you. I am going to leave you for a few minutes. I shall take the candle. Stay where you are, and be as still as a mouse. Don't move, remember, or call any one."
He went. I watched the light withdraw. He passed up the gallery very softly, unclosed the staircase door, and shut it after him. I was left in darkness. A very long time passed. I was about to move, when the light once more gleamed on the gallery wall. He re-entered, pale and very bloomy.
"It's as I thought," he said, putting his candle down on the wash-stand.
"How, sir?"
"You say that you heard an odd laugh?" he asked, frowning.
"Yes, sir. There is a woman who sews here, called Grace Poole-- She laughs in that way. She is an odd person."
"Just so. Grace Poole--you have guessed it. She is, as you say, strange--very.
However, say nothing about it. I'll sleep on the sofa in the library for the rest of the night. It's nearly four o'clock."
I made a move. "Good night, sir." I said.
"What!" he exclaimed,
"Are you leaving me in that way? Why, you have saved my life-- and you walk past me as if we were strangers! At least shake hands."
He held out his hand. I gave him mine ; he took it frst in one, then in both his own.
"Jane, you have saved my life," he said, "I am very much in your debt."
"There is no debt, sir," I answered. "Good -night again."
"Wait," he said, still holding my hands.
"I knew you would do me good in some way, when I first set eyes on you. I read it in your eyes--and your smile."
"I am glad I happened to be awake," I said and then I was going.
"What! you will go?"
"I am cold, sir."
"Cold? Yes, and standing in a pool! Go then, Jane, go!"
But he still held one hand, and I could not free it.
"I think I hear Mrs.Fairfax moving," I said hastily.
He let go of my hand, and I was gone.
I went back to my bed, but never thought of sleep.
I was too feverish to rest, and rose at dawn.