Response Paper 1
George Eliot Book Two. Chapter XVII In Which the Story Pauses a Little
“This chief priest of Broxton is little better than a pagan!” she had heard one of the reader exclaim. “Enlightening has made give him Arthur some truly religious advice. You have put into his jaws the most stunning things–quite as good as reading a lecture.” positively he detained it the maximum vocation of the author to stand for things as they never have been and never will be. Then he changed life and quality completely after my liking, he select the most unexceptionable type of clergyman and put himself worthy opinion into his mouth on all occasions. But it happens against my strongest effort was to avoid any arbitrary pictures and to give a faithful justification of men and things as they have mirrored in his mind. The mirror was no doubt faulty the outlines was sometimes disturbed, the mirror image faded and puzzled, but he felt bounded to tell exactly as the reflection was can, that he felt that he was in witness-box and narrating his experiences on oath .
Sixty years ago so no wonder things have changed all clergymen were not enthusiastic certainly there was reason to believe that the number of enthusiastic clergymen was small and it was likely that if one among the small minority had owned the livings of Broxton and Hayslope in 1799 so you would have liked him no better than Mr. Irwine. From ten to one you would have thought him a tasteless, careless, methodistical man. It was very rarely that the facts hit to the nice medium required by our own enlightened opinions and refined taste! Perhaps you will say, “Do improve the facts a little then make them more accordant with those correct views which it was our privilege to possess it .The world was not just what we liked do touch it up with a tasteful pencil, and make to believe that it was not quite such a varied tangled affair. Let all people who hold unexceptionable opinions act unexceptionably. Your most of the faulty characters always on the wrong side, and your virtuous goes on the right. Then we would have seen at a glance whom we were to condemn and whom we would have approved. Then we had admired without the smallest amount trouble of our prepossessions. We hated and scorn with that true ruminant enjoys which belongs to undoubting self-confidence.”
But, my good friend, what will you do then with your fellow- parishioner who opposes your husband in the vestry? With your newly appointed vicar, whose style of preaching you find painfully below that of his regretted predecessor? With the honest servant who worries your soul with her one failing? With your neighbor, Mrs. Green, who was really kind to you in your last illness, but has said several ill-natured things about you since your convalescence? Nay, with your excellent husband himself, who has other irritating habits besides that of not wiping his shoes? These fellow-mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people–amongst whom your life is passed–that it is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire– for whom you should cherish all possible hopes, all possible patience. And I would not, even if I had the choice, be the clever novelist who could create a world so much better than this, in which we get up in the morning to do our daily work, that you would be likely to turn a harder, colder eye on the dusty streets and the common green fields–on the real breathing men and women, who can be chilled by your indifference or injured by your prejudice; who can be cheered and helped onward by your fellow- feeling, your forbearance, your outspoken, brave justice.
So here he satisfied to tell his simple story, without trying to make things better than they were; dreading nothing, certainly but falsity which in spite of one’s best efforts, there is reason to dread. Dishonesty is so easy, truth so difficult.
My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Wordsworth’s poem is in the Romantic custom. Romanticism is characterized by the highly personal interpretation of meaning, is over and over again emotional, and often looks to natural world for meaning in life.
In this poem is basically explanation of the beauty and wonder of nature, of which he is a part:
“My heart leaps up when I behold, A rainbow in the sky”
Here he realize that he was the part of huge circle of life, and that the natural world was present at his birth as he lives and will go on after he dies. Should it not be so, he shudders to think life would be meaningless
“So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!”
The next 3 line refers biological life and spiritual life. We are send by God so we are God’s children.
The Child is father of the Man;
Finally his inmost prayer was that he keeps in mind the reward and beauty of life and that he might never take such beauty and splendor for granted.
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
The World is too Much with Us
“The World Is Too Much With Us”, by William Wordsworth believed that it have been written in the era of ‘Industrial Revolution’ in England During the world of rising capitalism and materialism is influencing the people of the times in every aspect of life. Sooner or later, all our humanly strength will go to waste in getting in plenty and endless spending our resources to meet our unlimited wants.
During that period People were not focusing on their dignity, honor and self respect. They have totally surrendered their hearts to a sordid, filthy and unhonourable benefit of materialism.
Every after each evening one by one passed there was only one who notice how the powerful seas expose it’s nudeness to the bright shining moon under the bare bright skies and the powerful light wind blowing strongly yet endlessly for long hours through the day and night. Nobody was appreciated the beautiful events like the moon shining over the ocean and sea ,the blowing of strong and cold wind that times its sound like people are on different wavelength from nature.
The second phase of the poem explain that now people are awaken just like flowers that about to bloom and giving wakeup call to people from this fatal slumber of uncontrolled materialistic approach that does not match the ancient English virtues of refined idealism. Yet none of the human being was touched by the moving earthly spirit of the wind. Wordsworth cries out to God and expresses his prayer that he would rather be a heathen and feed upon a set of overdone attitude and values of pagan nature worship than to be a part of such an immoral materialistic society.
Later on he prefer to stand in the middle of a pleasant pasture and have a brief view of the nature around and that made him feel free from the terror of rejection, loneliness and sorrow. Perhaps, at times get the freedom of looking towards the sea for hours and see Proteus-a Greek demi-god of the sea that was able of assuming a variety of appearances, rising out of the great waters.
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