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Romola


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I like Romola already. Here are some quotes about her in the opening chapters of Romola, by George Eliot: It was a type of face of which one could not venture to say whether it would inspire love or only that unwilling admiration which is mixed with dread: the question must be decided by the

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Proem


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More than three centuries and a half ago, in the mid springtime of 1492, we are sure that the angel of the dawn, as he travelled with broad slow wing from the Levant to the Pillars of Hercules, and from the summits of the Caucasus across all the snowy Alpine ridges to the dark nakedness

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Rejoicing (or being happy?) always


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I confess that I did have a small quibble with George Eliot on Happiness. The reason being that the very word “happy”, and thus its meaning, derives from hap, happenstance, and so forth. In other words, what’s happening. And thus I’m not convinced that you can completely divorce happiness from circumstances. If a person isn’t rendered

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What love makes us do


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So I finished Felix Holt: The Radical, and liked it immensely. I have read criticisms that the plot was contrived, but I couldn’t care less; I did so love the story. And I feel quite inspired to great heroics. Here is one last (perhaps) snippet (italics mine): There was something which she now felt profoundly to be

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George Eliot on happiness


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So there is something of a theme in Felix Holt: The Radical, by George Eliot, about happiness and melancholy. Here is another snippet, from Chapter XXXIX: No man believes that many-textured knowledge and skill – as a just idea of the solar system, or the power of painting flesh, or of reading written harmonies –

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