Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.

Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.
a severe self-restraint; he was resolute in being a man of honor according to the code; he would be unimpeachable by any recognized opinion.  In conduct these ends had been attained; but the difficulty of making his Key to all Mythologies unimpeachable weighed like lead upon his mind; and the pamphlets—­or “Parerga” as he called them—­by which he tested his public and deposited small monumental records of his march, were far from having been seen in all their significance.  He suspected the Archdeacon of not having read them; he was in painful doubt as to what was really thought of them by the leading minds of Brasenose, and bitterly convinced that his old acquaintance Carp had been the writer of that depreciatory recension which was kept locked in a small drawer of Mr. Casaubon’s desk, and also in a dark closet of his verbal memory.  These were heavy impressions to struggle against, and brought that melancholy embitterment which is the consequence of all excessive claim:  even his religious faith wavered with his wavering trust in his own authorship, and the consolations of the Christian hope in immortality seemed to lean on the immortality of the still unwritten Key to all Mythologies.  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 ardor of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.  Becoming a dean or even a bishop would make little difference, I fear, to Mr. Casaubon’s uneasiness.  Doubtless some ancient Greek has observed that behind the big mask and the speaking-trumpet, there must always be our poor little eyes peeping as usual and our timorous lips more or less under anxious control.

To this mental estate mapped out a quarter of a century before, to sensibilities thus fenced in, Mr. Casaubon had thought of annexing happiness with a lovely young bride; but even before marriage, as we have seen, he found himself under a new depression in the consciousness that the new bliss was not blissful to him.  Inclination yearned back to its old, easier custom.  And the deeper he went in domesticity the more did the sense of acquitting himself and acting with propriety predominate over any other satisfaction.  Marriage, like religion and erudition, nay, like authorship itself, was fated to become an outward requirement, and Edward Casaubon was bent on fulfilling unimpeachably all requirements.  Even drawing Dorothea into use in his study, according to his own intention before marriage, was an effort which he was always tempted to defer, and but for her pleading insistence it might never have begun.  But she had succeeded in making it a matter of course

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