Ocupation: Novelist
Life: November 22, 1819 - December 22, 1880
Birthday: November 22
Death: December 22
For my part I am very sorry for him. It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self--never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dimsighted.
source: 'Middlemarch' (1871-2) bk. 3, ch. 29
topic: Sorry, Passion, Self, Sorry For Him, Uneasy, Scholarly, Vividness, Uninspired