tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post460758626129382464..comments2024-02-26T00:59:26.907-08:00Comments on Ana the Imp: The Not the George W Bush PrizeAnastasia F-Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01284602529524462457noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-48376699265918731352009-10-13T15:53:53.572-07:002009-10-13T15:53:53.572-07:00A lovely passage from my favourite Eliot novel.A lovely passage from my favourite Eliot novel.Anastasia F-Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01284602529524462457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-8045210870074820512009-10-12T17:35:55.765-07:002009-10-12T17:35:55.765-07:00I am reminded of the sublime, almost revelatory pa...<b>I am reminded of the sublime, almost revelatory passage from George Eliot's MIDDLEMARCH</b><br /><br />Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself on channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:for the growing good of the world is partly dependant on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who have lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.Rehan Qayoomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02391797858691917631noreply@blogger.com