Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night Painting

Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night Painting
Well,' he said, after some minutes' silence, 'it is strange; but
that sentence has penetrated my breast painfully. Why? I think because
you said it with such an earnest, religious energy, and because your
upward gaze at me now is the very sublime of faith, truth, and
devotion: it is too much as if some spirit were near me. Look
wicked, Jane: as you know well how to look: coin one of your wild,
shy, provoking smiles, tell me you hate me- tease me, vex me; do
anything but move me: I would rather be incensed than saddened.'
'I will tease you and vex you to your heart's content, when I
have finished my tale: but hear me to the end.'
'I thought, Jane, you had told me all. I thought I had found the
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source of your melancholy in a dream.'
I shook my head. 'What! is there more? But I will not believe it to
be anything important. I warn you of incredulity beforehand. Go on.'
The disquietude of his air, the somewhat apprehensive impatience of
his manner, surprised me: but I proceeded.
'I dreamt another dream, sir: that Thornfield Hall was a dreary
ruin, the retreat of bats and owls. I thought that of all the
stately front nothing remained but a shell-like wall, very high and
very fragile-looking. I wandered, on a moonlight night, through the
grass-grown enclosure within: here I stumbled over a marble hearth.