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was young How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered Out of student loans and tree house homes, we all would take the latter My name's Blurryface and I care what you think (bis) Chorus 1. Chorus 2: Used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying "Wake up, you need to make money, yeah Chorus 2. Chorus 1. We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money Chorus 2. Jane Eyre is an open text that can be read over and over again, that can be visited-as it is literally in The Eyre Affair-by all kinds of readers without ever burning out its fascinating power. The first person narrative shapes the whole novel. Jane is the subject of this text. Her own creativity is acknowledged by the fact that she can paint, but also because she is able to re-write her experience. She re-creates a universe of her own-just as Virginia Woolf insisted on the necessity for a woman to have "a room of one's own". She thus becomes the author of her own life. The narrative is the music to which she dances, passing from moments of joy to moments of distress, from periods of hope to periods of doubt. The oscillations in the narrative impose a rhythm on the act of reading while allowing for other minds to receive the text and rewrite it into new works of art. Stephanie Bernard, Lisa e-journals, "Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë: the never-ending story" (2009) Reckse Norman Rockwell, Triple Self-portrait (1960) William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (Act 5, scene 4) (1600) BENEDICK They swore that you were almost sick for me. BEATRICE They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. BENEDICK 'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me? BEATRICE No, truly, but in friendly recompense. LEONATO Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. CLAUDIO And I'll be sworn upon 't that he loves her, For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashioned to Beatrice. He shows a paper. HERO And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stol'n from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. She shows a paper. BENEDICK A miracle! Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. BEATRICE I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. BENEDICK Peace! I will stop your mouth. the dig They kiss. Kenneth Branagh's 1993 film adaptation, Much Ado About Nothing