But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Chills, I tell ya, CHILLS
Clue:
Where the hell is Anne from One-sided-wonder? She’d get this one.
A HUGE novel of the classic sweeping 19th century kind. This author also pretty much couldn’t put pen to paper without writing a classic.
Middlemarch, by George Eliot.
Frank –
Yes, Middlemarch.