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GEGeorge Eliot

George Eliot

Life dates: 1819 AD — 1880 AD

English novelist whose fiction asks readers to examine motives, sympathy and the effects of a judgment. Literary speakers and historical anthology attributions remain distinct.

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Life and writing

George Eliot was the pen name of Mary Ann Evans, the novelist identified by the National Portrait Gallery as living from 1819 to 1880. The gallery lists Middlemarch among her novels and describes its attention to social structures and personal disappointment. A profile gives this existing archive identity a grounded reading context; it does not turn the name attached to each anthology or contributor record into an independent authentication of that quotation.

In chapter LXXII of the linked Middlemarch, Dorothea responds to damaging talk about Lydgate by asking what people live for if not to ease one another’s difficulty. The question is spoken in a scene with other viewpoints, not presented as a detached command from the novelist. Read the neighbouring exchanges to see how sympathy competes with suspicion and caution. This checked comparison connects one retained anthology passage to related reading without claiming that the anthology used the same Caldwell printing.

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Begin with chapter LXXII and the surrounding discussion of Lydgate. The selected historical anthology entries preserve their printed signatures and independent references; the second concerns sympathy without an established location in this linked novel. There are 304 associated records, including 295 contributor entries that remain independently unverified. Profile lifetime dates are not composition dates or a change to the archive’s existing historical coordinates.

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02c. 1849 AD
I suppose it was that in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary, and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal. But the door-sill of marriage once crossed, expectation is concentrated on the present. Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it is impossible not to be aware that you make no way and that the sea is not within sight—that, in fact, you are exploring an enclosed basin.
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03c. 1849 AD
Dorothea, with all her eagerness to know the truths of life, retained very childlike ideas about marriage. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker, if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet, who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty,--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father, and could teach you even Hebrew, if you wished it.
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09c. 1849 AD
It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self—never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardor of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.
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18c. 1849 AD
In short, he felt himself to be in love in the right place, and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance, which, after all, a man could always put down when he liked. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl, in whose cleverness he delighted. Why not? A man's mind–what there is of it–has always the advantage of being masculine,–as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm,–and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. Sir James might not have originated this estimate, but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gum or starch in the form of tradition.
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