Daniel Deronda by George Eliot Page 1 of 951

Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul:
There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires
That trample on the dead to seize their spoil,
Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible
As exhalations laden with slow death,
And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys
Breathes pallid pestilence.

CONTENTS.
BOOK
I. THE SPOILED CHILD "
II. MEETING STREAMS "
III. MAIDENS CHOOSING "
IV. GWENDOLEN GETS HER CHOICE "
V. MORDECAI "
VI. REVELATIONS "
VII. THE MOTHER AND THE SON "
VIII. FRUIT AND SEED


DANIEL DERONDA.

BOOK I.-THE SPOILED CHILD.

CHAPTER I.

Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning. Even science, the strict measurer, is obliged to start with a make-believe unit, and must fix on a point in the stars' unceasing journey when his sidereal clock shall pretend that time is at Nought.

His less accurate grandmother Poetry has always been understood to start in the middle; but on reflection it appears that her proceeding is not very different from his; since Science, too, reckons backward as well as forward, divides his unit into billions, and with his clock-finger at Nought really sets off in medias res.



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