“Her blooming, full-pulsed youth stood there in a moral imprisonment which made itself one with the chill, colorless, narrowed landscape, with the shrunken furniture, the never-read-books, and the ghastly stag in a pale, fantastic world that seemed to be vanishing from the daylight.”
— George Eliot 1819 – 1880 CE
(Mary Anne Evans)
Pioneering literary outsider
from Middlemarch
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