Subject: certifiable hard hat

From: "Allan Chang" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:32:23 -0400

She had struggled,but struggling is no use.
Carlyle was getting up and saying,Geraldine, until you can behave like a gentlewoman .
But even as we exclaim, wesee, far away, a trace perhaps of what they meant. How she herself had been crippled and stunted!
Geraldine was actually dressing for the occasion when Mr.
What damage had her life done her as a poet? Carlyle had to admit that Mudieism wasalways a failure.
She had struggled,but struggling is no use.
You have no one who has any sort ofconsideration for you, she wrote. So she theorised, so she speculated; and Mrs. I think ofyou as Catholics think of their saints, she said: .
At last they parted; and Geraldine, as she got intothe cab, was in floods of tears, but Mrs.
Mudieism brought Jane andGeraldine together again. He is always hating, loving, thinking, and suffering.
The first of theseimpressions and the most pervasive is the sense of the writerspresence. At her hand Aurora suffered the educationthat was thought proper for women.
His pages are full of fine sayings andunexpected turns and independence and originality.
There is then no division, no discord, no bitterness.
She went off and sat in the hall of a very stiffold lady who wanted a maid.
Her importance, they say, has now become merelyhistorical. Geraldine was always wishing she could be of use. That done, she wouldput on her green shade and peer at her book again, for she was agreat reader.
The body has a large share in everything thatHazlitt writes. You have had patience andendurance till I am sick of the virtues, and what have they donefor you? She lived there alone for twenty-two years.
They must have become intimate with greatrapidity.
Even to look at there was, it wouldseem, something incongruous, queer, provocative about her.
Hecould never come to terms with authority or doff his ownidiosyncrasy in deference to opinion. Yet what conclusion could a woman come to? Jane was the most caustic, the mostconcrete, the most clear-sighted of women. There is then no division, no discord, no bitterness.
Hesingles out the peculiar quality of his author and stamps itvigorously.
Weakness is the only state for which there is no hope.