tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post4565744236313550048..comments2024-03-18T19:05:39.072-07:00Comments on Morphosis: Tragic FlossAdam Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803399373213872690noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post-25723889001237935092018-11-15T12:58:12.676-08:002018-11-15T12:58:12.676-08:00something neither comic nor tragic but rather a se...<i>something neither comic nor tragic but rather a sense of the fundamental undisclosure of life as it is lived, and the spiritual benefits of that state.</i><br /><br />Unvisited tombs, though. Break it to us gently, why don't you.<br /><br />I think you've emphasised something important about George Eliot's moral imagination; I was thinking of the "channels which had no great name" line before you got to it, and of the odd, atheistic exaltedness of "O may I join the choir invisible" (which I wrote about <a href="https://gapingsilence.wordpress.com/2017/07/12/to-you-with-regard-5/" rel="nofollow">here</a>). It's not just the sense that the nature of a person's life is to pass and to be forgotten - so that the most any of us can do is try and do some good while we're here - but that this is in some sense good, or right, or something to be contented with. Even in unheroic middle age, it's something that I find it very hard to get to grips with.Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07009879034507926661noreply@blogger.com