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The novel details the lives of Tom and Maggie Tulliver, a brother and sister growing up on the fictional river Floss near the fictional village of. Ebook The Mill on the Floss, George Eliot. EPUB. Wypróbuj 14 dni za darmo lub kup teraz do %!. Read The Mill on the Floss eBook onlie. The book is wrote by George Eliot.
George Eliot The Mill on the Floss, published in , is based partially on Eliot's own experiences with her family and her brother Isaac, who was three years older Get Price site. The Mill on the Floss This mid-Victorian novel reads as well today as ever it did in It is so solid and reassuring in its plot and characterisation. George Eliot was immersed in the world of millers and the restricted lives they and their families were subjected to.
This is due to entirely untraditional for those times George Eliot's views on relationships between people of different age groups and difficulties in various aspects of life. Plot and Major Characters.
Corrie Kiesel John Armstrong Amory Altamont with his series of wives and bluish whiskers—I have selected The Mill on the Floss as the focus of this analysis, because Tom shows, in his variance from the fairy-tale model, how far the category of Bluebeard extends Victorian Review Corrie Kiesel the mill on the floss characters Minevik the mill on the floss by george eliot book summary, book summary; character list; summary and analysis.
Washington D. The Question and Answer section for The Mill on the Floss is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel. The narrator of The Mill on the Floss describes St. Ogg's, the town where Tom and Maggie Tulliver grew up, as a place where "ignorance was much more comfortable than at present"—meaning the reader's present is a more "enlightened" age.
The first American edition was published by. The Mill on the Oggs, evidently in the 's, after the Napoleonic Wars but prior to the first Reform Bill Drawing on George Eliot's own childhood experiences to craft an unforgettable story of first love, sibling rivalry and regret, The Mill on the Floss is edited with an introduction and notes by A. Byatt, author of Possession, in Penguin Classics. George Eliot, in my mind, is often a first-rate writer, one of the best of the classic novelists.
After having read and loved "Adam Bede" aside from what I felt was a very disappointing and inexplicable ending to an otherwise entrancing work , "The Mill on the Floss" was a bit of a disappointment. Contact Supplier site.
The story takes place in the village of St. And this dreadful blacksmith with his arms akimbo, laughing,--oh, isn't he ugly? They was all bound alike,--it's a good binding, you see,--and I thought they'd be all good books. I read in it often of a Sunday" Mr. Tulliver felt somehow a familiarity with that great writer, because his name was Jeremy ; "and there's a lot more of 'em,--sermons mostly, I think,--but they've all got the same covers, and I thought they were all o' one sample, as you may say.
But it seems one mustn't judge by th' outside. This is a puzzlin' world. Riley, in an admonitory, patronizing tone as he patted Maggie on the head, "I advise you to put by the 'History of the Devil,' and read some prettier book. Have you no prettier books?
Maggie ran in an instant to the corner of the room, jumped on a chair, and reached down from the small bookcase a shabby old copy of Bunyan, which opened at once, without the least trouble of search, at the picture she wanted.
Riley, "and Tom colored him for me with his paints when he was at home last holidays,--the body all black, you know, and the eyes red, like fire, because he's all fire inside, and it shines out at his eyes. Tulliver, peremptorily, beginning to feel rather uncomfortable at these free remarks on the personal appearance of a being powerful enough to create lawyers; "shut up the book, and let's hear no more o' such talk.
It is as I thought--the child 'ull learn more mischief nor good wi' the books. Go, go and see after your mother. Maggie shut up the book at once, with a sense of disgrace, but not being inclined to see after her mother, she compromised the matter by going into a dark corner behind her father's chair, and nursing her doll, toward which she had an occasional fit of fondness in Tom's absence, neglecting its toilet, but lavishing so many warm kisses on it that the waxen cheeks had a wasted, unhealthy appearance.
Tulliver, as Maggie retired. It's the wonderful'st thing"--here he lowered his voice--"as I picked the mother because she wasn't o'er 'cute--bein' a good-looking woman too, an' come of a rare family for managing; but I picked her from her sisters o' purpose, 'cause she was a bit weak like; for I wasn't agoin' to be told the rights o' things by my own fireside.
But you see when a man's got brains himself, there's no knowing where they'll run to; an' a pleasant sort o' soft woman may go on breeding you stupid lads and 'cute wenches, till it's like as if the world was turned topsy-turvy. It's an uncommon puzzlin' thing.
Riley's gravity gave way, and he shook a little under the application of his pinch of snuff before he said, I saw him, when I was here last, busy making fishing-tackle; he seemed quite up to it. But he's slow with his tongue, you see, and he reads but poorly, and can't abide the books, and spells all wrong, they tell me, an' as shy as can be wi' strangers, an' you never hear him say 'cute things like the little wench.
Now, what I want is to send him to a school where they'll make him a bit nimble with his tongue and his pen, and make a smart chap of him. I want my son to be even wi' these fellows as have got the start o' me with having better schooling. Not but what, if the world had been left as God made it, I could ha' seen my way, and held my own wi' the best of 'em; but things have got so twisted round and wrapped up i' unreasonable words, as aren't a bit like 'em, as I'm clean at fault, often an' often.
Everything winds about so--the more straightforrad you are, the more you're puzzled. Tulliver took a draught, swallowed it slowly, and shook his head in a melancholy manner, conscious of exemplifying the truth that a perfectly sane intellect is hardly at home in this insane world. I know I should have tried to do so by a son of mine, if I'd had one, though, God knows, I haven't your ready money to play with, Tulliver; and I have a houseful of daughters into the bargain.
Tulliver, not diverted from his purpose by any sympathy with Mr. Riley's deficiency of ready cash. Riley took a pinch of snuff, and kept Mr. Tulliver in suspense by a silence that seemed deliberative, before he said, The fact is, I wouldn't recommend any friend of mine to send a boy to a regular school, if he could afford to do better.
But if any one wanted his boy to get superior instruction and training, where he would be the companion of his master, and that master a first rate fellow, I know his man. I wouldn't mention the chance to everybody, because I don't think everybody would succeed in getting it, if he were to try; but I mention it to you, Tulliver, between ourselves. The fixed inquiring glance with which Mr.
Tulliver had been watching his friend's oracular face became quite eager. Riley, sententiously, shutting his mouth close, and looking at Mr. Tulliver to observe the effect of this stimulating information. The bishop, I understand, thinks very highly of him: Tulliver, to whom one thing was as wonderful as another concerning these unfamiliar phenomena.
He's willing to take one or two boys as pupils to fill up his time profitably. The boys would be quite of the family,--the finest thing in the world for them; under Stelling's eye continually. Tulliver, who was now in her place again. Tulliver, whose instinct told him that the services of this admirable M.
I know, on good authority, that one of the chief people at Oxford said, Stelling might get the highest honors if he chose. But he didn't care about university honors; he's a quiet man--not noisy. Tulliver; "but a hundred and fifty's an uncommon price. I never thought o' paying so much as that. But Stelling is moderate in his terms; he's not a grasping man. I've no doubt he'd take your boy at a hundred, and that's what you wouldn't get many other clergymen to do.
I'll write to him about it, if you like. Tulliver, in the interval; "an' I've no opinion o' housekeepers. There was my brother, as is dead an' gone, had a housekeeper once, an' she took half the feathers out o' the best bed, an' packed 'em up an' sent 'em away. An' it's unknown the linen she made away with--Stott her name was. It 'ud break my heart to send Tom where there's a housekeeper, an' I hope you won't think of it, Mr. Tulliver," said Mr. Riley, "for Stelling is married to as nice a little woman as any man need wish for a wife.
There isn't a kinder little soul in the world; I know her family well. She has very much your complexion,--light curly hair. She comes of a good Mudport family, and it's not every offer that would have been acceptable in that quarter.
But Stelling's not an every-day man; rather a particular fellow as to the people he chooses to be connected with. Tulliver, with a slight touch of motherly indignation; "a nice fresh-skinned lad as anybody need wish to see. Tulliver, turning his head on one side and looking at Mr. Riley, after a long perusal of the carpet. My notion o' the parsons was as they'd got a sort o' learning as lay mostly out o' sight.
And that isn't what I want for Tom. I want him to know figures, and write like print, and see into things quick, and know what folks mean, and how to wrap things up in words as aren't actionable.
It's an uncommon fine thing, that is," concluded Mr. Tulliver, shaking his head, "when you can let a man know what you think of him without paying for it. Riley, "you're quite under a mistake about the clergy; all the best schoolmasters are of the clergy. The schoolmasters who are not clergymen are a very low set of men generally. Now, a clergyman is a gentleman by profession and education; and besides that, he has the knowledge that will ground a boy, and prepare him for entering on any career with credit.
There may be some clergymen who are mere bookmen; but you may depend upon it, Stelling is not one of them,--a man that's wide awake, let me tell you. Drop him a hint, and that's enough.
You talk of figures, now; you have only to say to Stelling, 'I want my son to be a thorough arithmetician,' and you may leave the rest to him.
Riley paused a moment, while Mr. Tulliver, some-what reassured as to clerical tutorship, was inwardly rehearsing to an imaginary Mr. Stelling the statement, "I want my son to know 'rethmetic. Riley continued, "when you get a thoroughly educated man, like Stelling, he's at no loss to take up any branch of instruction. When a workman knows the use of his tools, he can make a door as well as a window. Tulliver, almost convinced now that the clergy must be the best of schoolmasters.
Riley, "and I wouldn't do it for everybody. I'll see Stelling's father-in-law, or drop him a line when I get back to Mudport, to say that you wish to place your boy with his son-in-law, and I dare say Stelling will write to you, and send you his terms.
Tulliver; "for I hope, Mr. Tulliver, you won't let Tom begin at his new school before Midsummer. He began at the 'cademy at the Lady-day quarter, and you see what good's come of it.
Tulliver, winking and smiling at Mr. Riley, with the natural pride of a man who has a buxom wife conspicuously his inferior in intellect. Riley, quietly, "for Stelling may have propositions from other parties, and I know he would not take more than two or three boarders, if so many.
If I were you, I think I would enter on the subject with Stelling at once: Sha'n't we ever go to see him? Riley; he knows. Maggie came round promptly in front of Mr. Riley, and said, "How far is it, please, sir?
She began to dislike Mr. Riley; it was evident he thought her silly and of no consequence. But," added Mrs. Tulliver, who had her own alarm awakened, "is it so far off as I couldn't wash him and mend him?
Or--Stelling is a hospitable, pleasant man--he'd be glad to have you stay. The entrance of supper opportunely adjourned this difficulty, and relieved Mr. Riley from the labor of suggesting some solution or compromise,--a labor which he would otherwise doubtless have undertaken; for, as you perceive, he was a man of very obliging manners.
And he had really given himself the trouble of recommending Mr. Stelling to his friend Tulliver without any positive expectation of a solid, definite advantage resulting to himself, notwithstanding the subtle indications to the contrary which might have misled a too-sagacious observer. For there is nothing more widely misleading than sagacity if it happens to get on a wrong scent; and sagacity, persuaded that men usually act and speak from distinct motives, with a consciously proposed end in view, is certain to waste its energies on imaginary game.
Plotting covetousness and deliberate contrivance, in order to compass a selfish end, are nowhere abundant but in the world of the dramatist: It is easy enough to spoil the lives of our neighbors without taking so much trouble; we can do it by lazy acquiescence and lazy omission, by trivial falsities for which we hardly know a reason, by small frauds neutralized by small extravagances, by maladroit flatteries, and clumsily improvised insinuations.
We live from hand to mouth, most of us, with a small family of immediate desires; we do little else than snatch a morsel to satisfy the hungry brood, rarely thinking of seed-corn or the next year's crop. Riley was a man of business, and not cold toward his own interest, yet even he was more under the influence of small promptings than of far-sighted designs.
He had no private understanding with the Rev. Walter Stelling; on the contrary, he knew very little of that M. But he believed Mr. Stelling to be an excellent classic, for Gadsby had said so, and Gadsby's first cousin was an Oxford tutor; which was better ground for the belief even than his own immediate observation would have been, for though Mr. Riley had received a tincture of the classics at the great Mudport Free School, and had a sense of understanding Latin generally, his comprehension of any particular Latin was not ready.
Doubtless there remained a subtle aroma from his juvenile contact with the "De Senectute" and the fourth book of the "AEneid," but it had ceased to be distinctly recognizable as classical, and was only perceived in the higher finish and force of his auctioneering style. Then, Stelling was an Oxford man, and the Oxford men were always--no, no, it was the Cambridge men who were always good mathematicians.
But a man who had had a university education could teach anything he liked; especially a man like Stelling, who had made a speech at a Mudport dinner on a political occasion, and had acquitted himself so well that it was generally remarked, this son-in-law of Timpson's was a sharp fellow. It was to be expected of a Mudport man, from the parish of St. Ursula, that he would not omit to do a good turn to a son-in-law of Timpson's, for Timpson was one of the most useful and influential men in the parish, and had a good deal of business, which he knew how to put into the right hands.
Riley liked such men, quite apart from any money which might be diverted, through their good judgment, from less worthy pockets into his own; and it would be a satisfaction to him to say to Timpson on his return home, "I've secured a good pupil for your son-in-law. Riley felt for him; besides, Louisa Timpson's face, with its light curls, had been a familiar object to him over the pew wainscot on a Sunday for nearly fifteen years; it was natural her husband should be a commendable tutor.
Moreover, Mr. Riley knew of no other schoolmaster whom he had any ground for recommending in preference; why, then, should be not recommend Stelling? His friend Tulliver had asked him for an opinion; it is always chilling, in friendly intercourse, to say you have no opinion to give.
And if you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it. Thus Mr.