Jane Eyre Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall, when an impulse of motivation struck me, concerning me, Jane Eyre. My trace of individual desperate to struggle against almost insuperable odds to establish and maintain a sense of a distinct identity yearns to satisfy the deepest needs of my nature. Thus, it is imperative that I write this letter. I hesitate to share my feelings, but feel it necessary. I have made a significance appearance among the Victorian reading public, but at times question the reason. I, with my strength and individuality, have encouraged many women and myself to make decision in which the fruition of my respect for th