Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a calculated irony on the indifference or the frozen stare with which we look at our unintroduced neighbour.


Middlemarch (1871–2) bk. 1, ch. 11


Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a...

Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a...

Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a...

Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a...