Happy New Year! Welcome to another round of posts celebrating that peculiar space in the English language between word and sentence–the phrase.
In this edition, I’ve sampled full clauses from sentences in a book I’m currently reading. These sometimes facetious truisms (per the narrator’s point of view) in George Eliot’s classic novel Middlemarch arrive in a variety of contexts: ironic description, suspect character mindsets and motivations, and subtly clever admonitions that also seem to treat characters with the utmost generosity of spirit.
I’ve affectionately marked the following excerpts with my pen while reading the book, which I bought after reading just a few pages of my library copy.
- “the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit” – narrator, Book I, Chapter I.
- “wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions” – narrator, Book I, Chapter III.
- “when a woman is not contradicted, she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities” – Mrs. Cadwallader about Dorothea’s refusal to marry Mrs. C’s match for her, Sir James Chettam, Book I, Chapter VI.
- “the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities” – narrator, Book I, Chapter X.
- “correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets.” – Fred, Book I, Chapter XI.
So why choose these examples? It took a little thought, but these are my best justifications.
(1) I was amused by the synchronicity in the way the first one’s metaphor indirectly speaks to the gluten-free craze of late. Gluten certainly has not come up as a subject in any other classic novel I’ve read so far.
(2) The dilemma presented by the truth of the second example is intriguing–is it more important to strive to think right or end up right? “Road to hell” and so forth.
(3) Given its source and her motivations, the sexism and staunch beliefs of number three’s character made me grin.
(4) I admire the elegance in the thinly veiled cynicism of the fourth one.
(5) The frankness of number five and the irony of sharing it as part of celebrating the English language feel like the perfect way to start the year. Plus, it’s good to eat a little humble pie every once in a while (barring any gluten allergy or sensitivity, of course).
The rhythm, word choice, flow, sophisticated ideas, and spirit in Eliot’s writing overall have been a pleasure to experience. I hope to find the story just as enjoyable as I make my way through it. This is my first time reading the book, or any Eliot, and I have more than half of it still to read before the book club meeting in February.
Wish me luck–and stay tuned!