The Ethics of George Eliot's Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 104 pages of information about The Ethics of George Eliot's Works.

The Ethics of George Eliot's Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 104 pages of information about The Ethics of George Eliot's Works.

It is the same “deep energy,” the same inexorable necessity of her nature, that she should put away from her all beneath the best and purest, which originates the sudden terror that smiles upon her when Don Silva, for her sake, breaks loose from country and faith, from honour and God.  There is no triumph in the greatness of the love thus displayed; no rejoicing in prospect of the outward fulfilment of the love thus made possible; no room for any emotion but the dark chill foreboding of a separation thus begun, wider than all distance, and more profound and hopeless than death.  The separation of aims no longer single, of souls no longer one; of his life falling, though for her sake, from its best and highest, and therefore ceasing, inevitably and hopelessly, fully to respond to hers.

      “What the Zincala may not quit for you,
   I cannot joy that you should quit for her.”

The last temptation has now been met and conquered.  Henceforth we see Fedalma only in her calm, sad, unwavering steadfastness, bearing, without moan or outward sign, the burden of her cross.  Not even her father’s dying charge is needed to confirm her purpose, to fix her life in a self-devotedness already fixed beyond all relaxing and all change.  With his death, indeed, the last faint hope fades utterly away that his great purpose shall be achieved; and she thenceforth is

“But as the funeral urn that bears
The ashes of a leader.”

But necessity lies only the more upon her—­that most imperious of all necessities which originates in her own innate nobleness—­that she should be true.  When first she accepted this burden of her nobleness and her sorrow, she had said—­

“I will not count
On aught but being faithful;”

and faithfulness without hope—­truthfulness without prospect, almost without possibility, of tangible fulfilment—­is all that lies before her now.  She accepts it in a mournful stillness, not of despair, and not of resignation, but simply as the only true accomplishment of her life that now remains.

The last interview with Don Silva almost oppresses us with its deep severe solemnity.  No bitterness of separation broods over it:  the true bitterness of separation fell upon her when her lover became false to himself in the vain imagination that, so doing, he could by any possibility be fully true to her.  “Our marriage rite”—­thus she addresses the repentant and returning renegade—­

            “Our marriage rite
   Is our resolve that we will each be true
   To high allegiance, higher than our love;”

and it is thus she answers for herself, and teaches him to answer, that question asked in the fullest and fairest flush of her love’s joys and hopes—­

“But is it what we love, or how we love,
That makes true good?”

The tremulous sensitiveness of her former life has now passed beyond all outward manifestation, lost in absorbing self-devotedness and absorbing sorrow; and every thought, feeling, and word is characterised by an ineffable depth of calm.

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