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The plot doesn't progress at all throughout the middle 100 pages, and then ten million things happen right at the end. Read full review
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Page 6 - An author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an animal whom every body is privileged to attack: for though all are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them. A bad composition carries with it its own punishment — contempt and ridicule.
Page 36 - I, at length, awake from a delufive vifion, it would be only to find myfelf a comfortlefs, folitary, fhivering, wanderer, in the dreary wildernefs of human fociety. I feel in myfelf the capacities for increafing the happinefs, and the improvement, of a few individuals — and this circle, fpreading wider and wider, would operate towards the grand end of life general utility.
Page 81 - ... offence? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love? Unequal task! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
Page 29 - I experienced approached the limits of pain — it was tumult — all the ardour of my character was excited. — Mr Courtney, one day, surprised me weeping over the sorrows of the tender St. Preux. He hastily snatched the book from my hand, and, carefully collecting the remaining volumes, carried them in silence to his chamber; but the impression made on my mind was never to be effaced — it was even productive of a long chain of consequences, that will continue to operate till the day of my death...
Page 18 - I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections — If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert : if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.
Page 81 - Tis sure the hardest science to forget! How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love? Unequal task! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch 'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Page 44 - ... his affections, they were for ever fixed. '-' Who can promife for ever?" cried Bridgetina. " Are not the opinions of a perfectible being for ever changing ? You do not at prefent fee my preferablenefs, but you may not be always blind to a truth fo obvious. How can I believe it compatible with the nature of mind, that fo many ftrong and reiterated efforts mall be productive of no effect ? . Know, therefore, Doctor Sydney, it is my my fixed purpofe to perfevere. I (hall talk, I...