Instead of wondering at this result of misery in Mr. Casaubon, I think it quite ordinary. Will not a speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no specks so troublesome as self.
George Eliot, Middlemarch
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Well Said: The speck of self
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