Every now and then you come across, in a piece of literature, a phrase or paragraph that reaches out and grabs you and makes you physically ill because you know exactly how awful the hero/herione feels, either because you have experienced the same or similar, or because the author has done such an excellent job at bringing the characters to life.

In NA, this place is here, in Ch. 13:

Thus passed a long ten minutes, till they were again joined by Thorpe, who, coming to them with a gayer look, said, "Well, I have settled the matter, and now we may all go tomorrow with a safe conscience. I have been to Miss Tilney, and made your excuses."

"You have not!" cried Catherine.

Oh, how my heart swelled at this!

You can just feel it! "You have not!"

'This CANNOT be happening! I did NOT just hear you say that! It IS NOT possible!'

Poor Catherine!! My, how I want to run over JT with a tank or something! What awfulness, what horridness, what Thorpeness!

Oh, it makes me cringe; it makes me hurt. Where's a Henry when you need one?

J.T.N.A.S.R.U.T.H.