Chapter 11 of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre. Read to us by Elizabeth Klett.
Do you remember that poem?
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the flea, "let us fly."
Said the fly, "let us flee."
So they few threough a flaw in the flue.
Has nothing to do with anything except that I have the flu.
And am miserable.
And am VERY glad I pre-recorded the book chat.
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