Mr Rochester Character Analysis

As a child, Mr. Rochester’s cravings were never left unsatisfied. From exotic foods to expensive hunting gear, he always got what he wanted. Stemming from this was Mr. Rochester’s hot temper and unpleasant comments. He regularly teased his classmates about their looks—despite being ugly himself—and intellect; however, when he received foul comments, Mr. Rochester would rebuke them with cruel remarks; sometimes even with force. The late Mr. Rochester described his son as “a wild and indulged boy who is always on the brink of violence.” While Mr. Rochester grew physically, he allowed his bratty, rude, and violent personality to stagnate. However, the late Mr. Rochester still wanted to care for his son, yet he left all the inheritance to his …show more content…
Rochester called “unprincipled and violent,” complained, “I know that I was together with Rochester merely because he was rich, but he didn’t have to be a hornswoggler! Rochester believed that any relationship problem could be solved by unloading wagons of money, but he needs to understand that money can’t solve everything. Honestly, sometimes I felt degraded by all his harsh and ‘witty’ comments that stemmed from his cast iron heart and filter-less mouth.” Mr. Rochester returned to Thornfield Hall “heart-wearied and soul-withered” only to find a new governess, Jane Eyre, for his ward. Within an exchange of words, Mr. Rochester immediately realized that Jane had the qualities he has sought in vain for twenty years across Europe—an intellectually sound mind and genuine personality. Mr. Rochester found himself caught in the quicksand of love, sinking deeper day by day. At the same time, Jane was unable to save herself from drowning in affection for Mr. Rochester. As the first person who was even remotely kind to her, Mr. Rochester gave Jane all that she had wanted—someone to love, someone to love her, and a sense of belonging—in one package. “Madly,” Jane recalled, “I was madly in love with him. His ugliness struck no peculiarity to me as I was no beauty myself. Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathered impulsively round him; and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love