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George Eliot hits one whang in the gold
May. 26th, 2005 02:36 pmThis is a political comment.
I am rereading Middlemarch, for the first time in some years. In a passage that I recall mostly because of the beetles, I encountered, with a dreadful feeling of extra-literary recognition, the following passage:
"'You will not offend me, you know,' said Mr. Farebrother quite unaffectedly. 'I don't translate my own convenience into other people's duties. I am opposed to Bulstrode in many ways. I don't like the set he belongs to: they are a narrow ignorant set and do more to make their neighbors uncomfortable than to make them better. Their system is a sort of worldly-spiritual cliqueism: they really look on the rest of mankind as a doomed carcass which is to nourish them for heaven.'"
Welcome to George Bush's America.
P.
I am rereading Middlemarch, for the first time in some years. In a passage that I recall mostly because of the beetles, I encountered, with a dreadful feeling of extra-literary recognition, the following passage:
"'You will not offend me, you know,' said Mr. Farebrother quite unaffectedly. 'I don't translate my own convenience into other people's duties. I am opposed to Bulstrode in many ways. I don't like the set he belongs to: they are a narrow ignorant set and do more to make their neighbors uncomfortable than to make them better. Their system is a sort of worldly-spiritual cliqueism: they really look on the rest of mankind as a doomed carcass which is to nourish them for heaven.'"
Welcome to George Bush's America.
P.
