“Like the remembrance of a wild, mad dream” – On The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

I admit that I don’t understand the love as defined and described in Anne Brontë’s novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Oh! when I think how fondly, how foolishly I have loved him, how madly I have trusted him, how constantly I have labored, and studied, and prayed, and struggled for his advantage; and how [...]