The Thornfield Women

You’ve heard this story. Haven’t you?

I have loved and lied to many women. I have watched them, white limbed and soft with slumbering, while I carve that fast-fading beauty deep into sheets of paper. I fasten their fates and memory to the words I have chosen and trap them there, silenced as my own Pygmalion creation, a lover they will come to loathe. I will send them mad, promiscuous, wild, cruel and…