Category Archives: George Eliot

it is all one web / With vibrant ether clotted into worlds

Why, still ’tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments?

–George Eliot, excerpted from “I Grant You Ample Leave”

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