Restarted Jane Eyre and can't figure out why I put it down several years ago, leaving a bookmark at page 170. Every time I get into a classic, I wonder why I waste so much time reading recently published stuff that hasn't passed the test of time. Then I find another mention of Anathem and I remember why.
Still, the thrills of a modern thriller are diverting and memorable, but the staid prose of a classic has timeless appeal. Poor Jane, how we wish she would relax her strict morals and taste bliss! Yet, for now at least, she endures hardship and takes the high road.
Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?