work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Meanwhile I placed myself before her, and fixed my eyes steadfastly upon her features. There is no book in which I read with more pleasure, than the face of a woman. That is generally more full of meaning, and of better meaning too, than the hard and inflexible lineaments of man, and this woman's face has no parallel.
She read it with visible emotion. Having gone through it, she did not lift her eye from the paper, but continued silent, as if buried in thought. After some time, for I would not interrupt the pause, she addressed me thus:
This girl seems to be very anxious to be with you.
(Part II, chapter 22, p. 595)",,15849,"•Welbeck is twice described as being ""buried in reverie"" (532, 534).",One may be buried in thought,"",2009-09-14 19:44:52 UTC,Achsa Fielding reads Eliza's letter to Mervyn
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Not absolutely, or forever, I believe. I love her company. Her absence for a long time is irksome. I cannot express the delight with which I see and hear her. To mark her features, beaming with vivacity; playful in her pleasures; to hold her in my arms, and listen to her prattle; always musically voluble; always sweetly tender, or artlessly intelligent--and this you will say is the dearest privilege of marriage: and so it is; and dearly should I prize it; and yet, I fear my heart would droop as often as that other image should occur to my fancy. For then, you know, it would occur as something never to be possessed by me.
(Part II, chapter 22, p. 599)",,15850,"","""I fear my heart would droop as often as that other image should occur to my fancy""","",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,"Part II, chapter 22. Achsa Fielding asks Mervyn if marriage with ""Bess"" would mean a forfeiture of his happiness."
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Never was a lighter heart, a gaiety more overflowing, and more buoyant than mine. All cold from a boisterous night, at a chilly season, all weariness from a rugged and miry road, were charmed away. I might have ridden, but I could not brook delay, even the delay of enquiring for and equipping an horse. I might thus have saved myself fatigue, and have lost no time, but my mind was in too great a tumult for deliberation and forecast. I saw nothing but the image of my girl, whom my tidings would render happy.
(Part II, chapter 22, p. 601)",,15851,•Typical of Mervyn to act without thought in this way.
•Tumult is too ambiguous to give me a sense of categorization. See the OED.,"The mind may be in ""too great a tumult for deliberation and forecast""","",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,"Part II, chapter 22. Achsa Fielding agrees to take in Eliza Hadwin"
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Let me see: they tell me this is Monday night. Only three days yet to come! If thus restless to day; if my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow! What next day! What as the hour hastens on; as the sun descends; as my hand touches her in sign of wedded unity, of love without interval; of concord without end.
I must quell these tumults. They will disable me else. They will wear out all my strength. They will drain away life itself. But who could have thought! So soon! Not three months since I first set eyes upon her. Not three weeks since our plighted love, and only three days to terminate suspense and give me all.
I must compel myself to be quiet: to sleep. I must find some refuge from anticipations so excruciating. All extremes are agonies. A joy like this is too big for this narrow tenement. I must thrust it forth; I must bar and bolt it out for a time, or these frail walls will burst asunder. The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings. It traces out, and compels us to adhere to one path. It ever was my friend. Often has it blunted my vexations; hushed my stormy passions; turned my peevishness to soothing; my fierce revenge to heart-dissolving pity.
(Part II, chapter 23, p. 605)",,15852,"•Great stuff about the pen and mental control. (See Clarissa.)
•The ""all"" of the wedding night had me supposing that Brown would have us think that more than Mervyn's joy must thrust forth. Hints of masturbation?
•Note the heart's mansion and the mind's career.","""[I]f my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow!""","",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,Chapter 23: the beginning of the end. Mervyn to marry.
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Let me see: they tell me this is Monday night. Only three days yet to come! If thus restless to day; if my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow! What next day! What as the hour hastens on; as the sun descends; as my hand touches her in sign of wedded unity, of love without interval; of concord without end.
I must quell these tumults. They will disable me else. They will wear out all my strength. They will drain away life itself. But who could have thought! So soon! Not three months since I first set eyes upon her. Not three weeks since our plighted love, and only three days to terminate suspense and give me all.
I must compel myself to be quiet: to sleep. I must find some refuge from anticipations so excruciating. All extremes are agonies. A joy like this is too big for this narrow tenement. I must thrust it forth; I must bar and bolt it out for a time, or these frail walls will burst asunder. The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings. It traces out, and compels us to adhere to one path. It ever was my friend. Often has it blunted my vexations; hushed my stormy passions; turned my peevishness to soothing; my fierce revenge to heart-dissolving pity.
(Part II, chapter 23, p. 605; cf. pp. 207-8 in 1800 ed.)",,15853,"•:The beginning of the end. Mervyn to marry. Great stuff about the pen and mental control. (See Clarissa.)
•I've included twice: Wandering and Pen
•The ""all"" of the wedding night had me supposing that Brown would have us think that more than Mervyn's joy must thrust forth. Hints of masturbation?
•Note the heart's mansion and the mind's career.
•A writing or a landscape metaphor? — revised as MOTION.","""The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings.""",Inhabitants and Writing,2014-10-05 16:51:30 UTC,"Part II, Chapter 23"
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"I wrote him a letter, in which I poured forth my whole heart; but his answer contained avowals of all his former resolutions, to which time had only made his adherence more easy.
(Part II, chapter 23, p. 615)",,15854,"",The whole heart may be poured forth in a letter,"",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,Mrs. Fielding tells her story
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Achsa Fielding my wife! Good Heaven!--The very sound threw my soul into unconquerable tumults--Take care, my friend, continued I, in beseeching accents, you may do me more injury than you conceive, by even starting such a thought.
(Part II, chapter 24, p. 623)",,15855,•See previous entries on tumult.,The soul may be thrown into tumults,"",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,"Part II, chapter 24. Stevens suggests that Mervyn might seek Mrs. Fielding as his wife"
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"This confusion of mind was somewhat allayed by the return of light. It gave way to more uniform, but not less rueful and despondent perceptions. The image of Achsa filled my fancy, but it was the harbinger of nothing but humiliation and sorrow. To outroot the conviction of my own unworthiness, to persuade myself that I was regarded with the tenderness that Stevens had ascribed to her, that the discovery of my thoughts would not excite her anger and grief, I felt to be impossible.
(II, xxiv, p. 623)",2011-06-17,15856,Mervyn recovers from his sleepwalking dream,"""The image of Achsa filled my fancy, but it was the harbinger of nothing but humiliation and sorrow.""","",2011-06-17 17:11:35 UTC,"(Part II, chapter xxiv"
5960,"",Reading,2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Why, I asked, did she weep.
My heart is sore.
(Part II, chapter 25, p. 636)",,15857,"",The heart may be sore,"",2009-09-14 19:44:54 UTC,Final pages. Mervyn's interview with Achsa.
5960,"",Reading,2011-06-17 17:10:14 UTC,"I now set about carrying my plan of life into effect. I began with ardent zeal and unwearied diligence the career of medical study. I bespoke the counsels and instructions of my friend; attended him on his professional visits, and acted, in all practicable cases, as his substitute. I found this application of time more pleasurable than I had imagined. My mind gradually expanded itself, as it were, for the reception of new ideas. My curiosity grew more eager, in proportion as it was supplied with food, and every day added strength to the assurance that I was no insignificant and worthless being; that I was destined to be something in this scene of existence, and might someday lay claim to the gratitude and homage of my fellow-men.
(II,xxi, p. 589)",,18725,"","""My curiosity grew more eager, in proportion as it was supplied with food, and every day added strength to the assurance that I was no insignificant and worthless being.""","",2011-06-17 17:10:14 UTC,"Part II, Chapter xxi"