This book is a masterpiece of ambiguity where moral choice is subject to the hypocrisy of the Victorian age.
The novel’s surroundings do reflect Eliot’s own upbringing in Warwickshire and the early rural scenes of childhood are remarkably entrancing. However, the impressions that endure are admiration for this gentle tirade against the hypocrisy and double-standards of the age, the extraordinary repressive structure of society and the moral deficiencies of 19th century provincial standards.
I read this book almost 32 years ago during my A levels. Gosh! Time slips away, doesn’t it? Actually, I’ve come across it quite accidentally, while I was perusing and updating my travel journals, which had got a little behind. I have to confess I’ve been rather blasé of late.. So pleasant memories cropped up which, at length, made me smile.
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