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Sarah Harkness's avatar

Did anyone else take a sharp intake of breath when Dorothea, after reading that passionless, cold letter of proposal, replies ' I am very grateful to you for loving me...'? The one word he never used, the one emotion he never claimed! I flinched for her, what a perfect illustration of the extent to which she is fooling herself. And don't we all remember (or just me?!) the times we have made fools of ourselves by building castles in the clouds, and wasting emotion on people who did not reciprocate!

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"I know that I must expect trials, uncle. Marriage is a state of higher duties. I never thought of it as mere personal ease," said poor Dorothea.

If there is not a whole word of authorial comment and control in that one little word, 'poor'! And does it not contrast her sharply with Austen? Why is Eliot not afraid to make these judgments in our presence?

In Ch. 4 we see Dorothea in the round, as Forster and Mona might say. I can't see that Eliot holds anything back from us. She seems to have found a channel wherein instead of creating tension by withholding information she can reach easily at any part of her story by means of hiding nothing.

Dorothea is like a train running on an alternate track that can't be diverted. Celia and their uncle try and Eliot shows us exactly how they try. What if Brooke had a complete meltdown or refused to let the marriage go forward? What if Celia .. but not only would it be out of character for them, it would all be for naught. By the end of Ch. 4 we know there is no one and nothing that can change Dorothea's mind.

And then the hammer blow of Ch. 5, where we see exactly what the deal is going to be.

Casaubon: "The great charm of your sex is its capability of ardent self-sacrificing affection and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own."

Eh? And, yikes!

Narrator: "She was not in the least teaching Mr. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her, but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for him."

And we also learn at the end of that chapter that it's the curate who does "all the duty" and Casaubon only preaches the morning sermon. Is he a fake in more ways than one? Or is he an open book for those who have eyes to see?

How do we get eyes that see?

Mr. Brooke: " ... for there is no knowing how anything may turn out."

Is there not?

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