I’ve lived a fair span; it would be greedy to depend on more; yet it isn’t good grace to count the years, or close the door.
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Read the forty-third, forty-fourth, and forty-fifth chapters of Middlemarch.
Read The Rambler, Numb. 9. Tuesday, April 17, 1750.
Chuse what you are; no other state prefer. — Elphinston
The philosopher may very justly be delighted with the extent of his views, and the artificer with the readiness of his hands; but let the one remember, that, without mechanical performances, refined speculation is an empty dream, and the other, that, without theoretical reasoning, dexterity is little more than a brute instinct.
October 4, 2023.
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[ 1887 ]
Categories: If It Had A Name
Tags: Abel, Aging, Death, George Eliot, Grace, Hands, Identity, James Elphinston, Journals, Life, Middlemarch, Philosophers, Reading, Reason, Samuel Johnson, The Rambler
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