100. Destiny begins when consciousness wakes, and bestirs itself
within man; not the passive, impoverished consciousness of most
souls, but the active consciousness that will accept the event,
whatever it may be, as an imprisoned queen will accept a gift that
is offered to her in her cell. If nothing should happen, your
consciousness yet may create important event from the manner in
which it regards the mere dearth of event; but perhaps to each man
there occurs vastly more than is needed to satisfy the thirstiest,
most indefatigable consciousness. I have at this moment before me
the history of a mighty and passionate soul, whom every adventure
that makes for the sorrow or gladness of man would seem to have
passed by with averted head. It is of Emily Bronte I speak, than
whom the first fifty years of this century produced no woman of
greater or more incontestable genius. She has left but one book
behind her, a novel, called "Wuthering Heights," a curious title,
which seems to suggest a storm on a mountain peak. She was the
daughter of an English clergyman, the Rev. Patrick Bronte, who was
the most insignificant, selfish, lethargic, pretentious creature the
mind can conceive.
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