The Lifted Veil (1878)

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But there is no tyranny more complete than that which a self-centred negative nature exercises over a morbidly sensitive nature perpetually craving sympathy and support.

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There is no short cut, no patent tram-road, to wisdom: after all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must be still trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

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The easiest way to deceive a poet is to tell him the truth."

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Perhaps the tragedy of disappointed youth and passion is less piteous than the tragedy of disappointed age and worldliness.

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Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass, and rags.

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When people are well known to each other, they talk rather of what befalls them externally, leaving their feelings and sentiments to be inferred.

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We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves. ( )

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But there is no tyranny more complete than that which a self-centred negative nature exercises over a morbidly sensitive nature perpetually craving sympathy and support.

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There is no short cut, no patent tram-road, to wisdom: after all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must be still trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

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The easiest way to deceive a poet is to tell him the truth."

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Perhaps the tragedy of disappointed youth and passion is less piteous than the tragedy of disappointed age and worldliness.

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Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass, and rags.

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When people are well known to each other, they talk rather of what befalls them externally, leaving their feelings and sentiments to be inferred.

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We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves. ( )

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But there is no tyranny more complete than that which a self-centred negative nature exercises over a morbidly sensitive nature perpetually craving sympathy and support.

Page 43:
There is no short cut, no patent tram-road, to wisdom: after all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must be still trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

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The easiest way to deceive a poet is to tell him the truth."

Page 58:
Perhaps the tragedy of disappointed youth and passion is less piteous than the tragedy of disappointed age and worldliness.

Page 63:
Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass, and rags.

Page 64:
When people are well known to each other, they talk rather of what befalls them externally, leaving their feelings and sentiments to be inferred.

Page 72:
We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves. ( )

Page 30:
But there is no tyranny more complete than that which a self-centred negative nature exercises over a morbidly sensitive nature perpetually craving sympathy and support.

Page 43:
There is no short cut, no patent tram-road, to wisdom: after all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must be still trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

Page 54:
The easiest way to deceive a poet is to tell him the truth."

Page 58:
Perhaps the tragedy of disappointed youth and passion is less piteous than the tragedy of disappointed age and worldliness.

Page 63:
Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass, and rags.

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When people are well known to each other, they talk rather of what befalls them externally, leaving their feelings and sentiments to be inferred.

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We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves. ( )

And what do I think of The Lifted Veil? Apparently it was GE's second literary effort, Adam Bede being the first and the publisher did not like it at all and wouldn't publish it. It is a very odd tale in every regard; the narrator, has visions of future events and can, in a certain way, read minds -- at least -- he can read character in all but one person, the woman he falls in love with but who is engaged to his brother. It's in the first person and Latimer is not sympathetic and not meant to be. The plot, such as it has...... is very uneven and seems to waver between being a psychological thriller and an out and out zombie horror story..... On the other hand, it is very very interesting that such a close observer of social life, a novelist of so much ability in that regard, would try her hand at something else. Perhaps she had been reading Poe, and thought, "Maybe that would be fun to try?" Or maybe someone at the dinner table raised the question of whether, if you could read minds and know the future, what effect would that have on someone and GE decided to see what sort of story would emerge from that. Not a very good story as it turns out. I don't feel equal to rating it since GE is a ***** star author normally. I think it was an experiment and should be treated as such. A curiousity.