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Archive for August 2013

I'm reading Middlemarch and there are too many good passages to just dog ear in my book. So I begin posting them here with this bit on Mr Casaubon's soul:

“Mr Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight; it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying.” p 266

Mrs Cadwallader's bons mots

Mrs Cadwallader on words vs action:

“I wouldn’t talk of phlebotomy, I would empty a pot of leeches upon him.” p 363

On stinginess:

“[I]t will not do to keep one’s own pigs lean.” p 365

Describing a gentleman, who had “the air of a swaggerer, who would aim at being noticeable even at a show of fireworks,”