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Tag Archives: George Eliot
Middlemarch: “plain women”
From Middlemarch: Plain women he regarded as he did the other severe facts of life, to be faced with philosophy and investigated by science.
Middlemarch: “between breakfast and dinner-time”
From Middlemarch: We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, “Oh, nothing!” Pride helps; and pride is … Continue reading
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Middlemarch: “From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out.”
From Middlemarch: Dorothea Brooke, in Middlemarch, is a well-bred young woman, with a nice inheritance … and yet she chooses to live plainly, and involve herself in community projects, and renounce the things which give her pleasure. Her dream of … Continue reading
Dorothea Brooke: “she was enamoured of intensity and greatness”
From Middlemarch: Dorothea Brooke. So far, she is the lead character in Middlemarch, although others are now being introduced (Lydgate, Fred Vincy, Mary Garth) who are coming to the foreground. But the first part of the book is entitled “Miss … Continue reading
Middlemarch, by George Eliot
After 20 years of saying, “I’ve got to read Middlemarch one day” – I finally am. As with most of the “classics” (at least this has been my experience) – I have found that once I just start the thing, … Continue reading
Miss Dorothea Brooke:
I started Middlemarch today. I’ve read 3 pages, and I feel such a mixture of exhilaration and despair that it’s nearly unbearable. The despair comes from the feeling: Jaysus, I will never ever be able to write like that. HOW … Continue reading
LM Montgomery on “Adam Bede”, by George Eliot
“It is a great novel in spite of its inartistic ending. I could have pardoned the marriage of Adam and Dinah, however, if it had not been brought about in such a hurried and artificial manner. Mrs. Poyser is a … Continue reading
LM Montgomery on “Romola”, by George Eliot
“Read ‘Romola’ again. Oh, truly, there were giants in those days in literature. My books seem so trivial and petty compared to those masterpieces.”
LM Montgomery on “Adam Bede”, by George Eliot
“‘Adam Bede’ is a cup of mingled pain and pleasure … It is a powerful book with an inartistic ending. Her delineation of character is a thing before which a poor scribbler might well throw down her pen in despair.”