"I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard," he remarked ere long. "And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?"
"You are no ruin, sir -- no lightning-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop."
{{{ There was this old tree just outside the balcony with a young creeper climbing and growing on its support. I wanted to take a photo, but couldn't as some unromantic realistic guy cut it down. So I tried to draw a picture. }}}
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