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“Their ardor alternated between a vague ideal and the common yearning of womanhood; so that the one was disapproved as extravagance, and the other condemned as a lapse.”

Quote by George Eliot

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Middlemarch

George Eliot's 'Middlemarch' is a comprehensive portrayal of English provincial life in the 1830s. The story follows a diverse cast of characters, including Dorothea Brooke, Tertius Lydgate, and Casaubon, as they navigate personal and societal challenges. The novel delves into themes of ambition, marriage, and the pursuit of knowledge, offering a rich tapestry of human experience. more

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George Eliot
George Eliot

George Eliot, born Mary Ann Evans, was a renowned 19th-century British novelist. Her works are known for their profound psychological insights and critical exploration of social issues. With her unique narrative techniques and rich emotional expression, she has had a profound impact on literature. more

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