I studied "Mill on the Floss" by George Eliot for my Cambridge School Certificate 'O' Level together with other books.
"My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell was my favourite. I also liked "Ring of Bright Water" by Gavin Maxwell, it's a lovely tale with inevitable tragedy as well.
"Mill on the Floss" was shockingly boring and seemingly endless.
Kathleen Raine‘s “The Marriage of Psyche,”
He has married me with a ring, a ring of bright water
Whose ripples travel from the heart of the sea,
He has married me with a ring of light, the glitter
Broadcast on the swift river.
He has married me with the sun’s circle
Too dazzling to see, traced in summer sky.
He has crowned me with the wreath of white cloud
That gathers on the snowy summit of the mountain,
Ringed me round with the world-circling wind,
Bound me to the whirlwind’s centre.
He has married me with the orbit of the moon
And with the boundless circle of stars,
With the orbits that measure years, months, days, and nights,
Set the tides flowing,
Command the winds to travel or be at rest.
At the ring’s centre,
Spirit, or angel troubling the pool,
Causality not in nature,
Finger’s touch that summons at a point, a moment
Stars and planets, life and light
Or gathers cloud about an apex of cold,
Transcendent touch of love summons my world into being.
In summation it's a story of great love and tragedy:
https://www.independent.co.uk/climate-ch...95629.html
"My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell was my favourite. I also liked "Ring of Bright Water" by Gavin Maxwell, it's a lovely tale with inevitable tragedy as well.
"Mill on the Floss" was shockingly boring and seemingly endless.
Kathleen Raine‘s “The Marriage of Psyche,”
He has married me with a ring, a ring of bright water
Whose ripples travel from the heart of the sea,
He has married me with a ring of light, the glitter
Broadcast on the swift river.
He has married me with the sun’s circle
Too dazzling to see, traced in summer sky.
He has crowned me with the wreath of white cloud
That gathers on the snowy summit of the mountain,
Ringed me round with the world-circling wind,
Bound me to the whirlwind’s centre.
He has married me with the orbit of the moon
And with the boundless circle of stars,
With the orbits that measure years, months, days, and nights,
Set the tides flowing,
Command the winds to travel or be at rest.
At the ring’s centre,
Spirit, or angel troubling the pool,
Causality not in nature,
Finger’s touch that summons at a point, a moment
Stars and planets, life and light
Or gathers cloud about an apex of cold,
Transcendent touch of love summons my world into being.
In summation it's a story of great love and tragedy:
https://www.independent.co.uk/climate-ch...95629.html
It's not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable. The hundred-times-refuted theory of "free will" owes its persistence to this charm alone; some one is always appearing who feels himself strong enough to refute it - Friedrich Nietzsche