"But you can't take your own time to die in, Brother," began Mrs. Waule, with her usual woolly tone. "And when you lie speechless you may be tired of having strangers about you, and you may think of me and my children --" but here her voice broke under the touching thought which she was attributing to her speechless brother; the mention of ourselves being naturally affecting.
George Eliot, Middlemarch
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Lagniappe: The Mention of Ourselves
Middlemarch is just so darned funny.