We frame our question differently at
differenttimes. Here we perceive that she was no conjuror afterall.
I die a martyr tomy grief for the loss of
Augustus.
The twigs and straws were a little dry and alittle
dusty in themselves.
The young men are accustomed to much
greaterrefinement.
Natureand its beauties she approached in a sidelong
way of her own. As for her excuse, how could one expect Mr. The girl of fifteen is
laughing, in her corner, at the world. Nor, profoundly though we respect
theintegrity and humanity of Mr.
Shedescribes a beautiful night without once
mentioning the moon. He took the little creature into hislibrary.
There is a new element inPersuasion, the quality,
perhaps, that made Dr.
Pilkington, she neverforgot, was a
clergyman.
She stimulates us to supply what is notthere. Only
sitting up late to finish a new book!
There is not so much as a draught between the
frames ofthe windows, or a crack in the boards.
There is not so much as a draught between the
frames ofthe windows, or a crack in the boards.
But of all this prosiness, of all this littleness,
she evadesnothing, and nothing is slurred over.
But there they remain; no excuse isfound for them
and no mercy shown them. She is no longer so freshly aware of theamusements of daily
life. There is a new element inPersuasion, the quality, perhaps, that made Dr. In
her masterpieces,the same gift is brought to perfection. Thus at fifteen she hadfew
illusions about other people and none about herself.
Pilkington appeared with acambric handkerchief tied
about his neck.
The young men are accustomed to much
greaterrefinement.
Thedullness is that which so often marks the
transition stage betweentwo different periods. But there they remain; no excuse
isfound for them and no mercy shown them. Only sitting up late to finish a new book!
For the modernsthat, the point of interest, lies very likely in the dark placesof
psychology. For example, she couldnot make a girl talk enthusiastically of banners
and chapels.
No suggestions to alter her style of writingfrom
the Prince Regent or Mr. Shecould not throw herself whole-heartedly into a romantic
moment.
For the modernsthat, the point of interest, lies
very likely in the dark placesof psychology.
But loversof learning, she is persuaded, will
understand her passion anddeplore its consequences.
In any case it is amistake to stand outside
examining methods.
Emma may prove herself ill-bred, vulgar, a
nonentity. There isa peculiar beauty and a peculiar dullness in Persuasion. As for
her excuse, how could one expect Mr.
Atonce our senses quicken; we are possessed with
the peculiarintensity which she alone can impart.