Мідлмарч

           Andshuttlecock,now—Idon’tknowafinergamethanshuttlecockforthedaytime.Irememberitallthefashion.Tobesure,youreyesmightnotstandthat,Casaubon.Butyoumustunbend,youknow.Why,youmighttaketosomelightstudy:conchology,now:italwaysthinkthatmustbealightstudy.OrgetDorotheatoreadyoulightthings,Smollett—‘RoderickRandom,’‘HumphreyClinker:’theyarealittlebroad,butshemayreadanythingnowshe’smarried,youknow.Iremembertheymademelaughuncommonly—there’sadrollbitaboutapostilion’sbreeches.Wehavenosuchhumornow.Ihavegonethroughallthesethings,buttheymightberathernewtoyou."

           "Asnewaseatingthistles,"wouldhavebeenananswertorepresentMr.Casaubon’sfeelings.Butheonlybowedresignedly,withduerespecttohiswife’suncle,andobservedthatdoubtlesstheworkshementionedhad"servedasaresourcetoacertainorderofminds."

           "Yousee,"saidtheablemagistratetoLydgate,whentheywereoutsidethedoor,"Casaubonhasbeenalittlenarrow:itleaveshimratheratalosswhenyouforbidhimhisparticularwork,whichIbelieveissomethingverydeepindeed—inthelineofresearch,youknow.Iwouldnevergivewaytothat;Iwasalwaysversatile.Butaclergymanistiedalittletight.Iftheywouldmakehimabishop,now!—hedidaverygoodpamphletforPeel.Hewouldhavemoremovementthen,moreshow;hemightgetalittleflesh.ButIrecommendyoutotalktoMrs.Casaubon.