A definition:
“It is the moment when our resolution seems about to become irrevocable—when the fatal iron gates are about to close upon us—that tests our strength. Then, after hours of clear reasoning and firm conviction, we snatch at any sophistry that will nullify our long struggles, and bring us the defeat that we love better than victory.”
Oh George Eliot and her infallible understanding of human frailty. Apt, too, the speaker: I first heard the quote from a hamster of a man, my first English professor, a truly engaging teacher who was later quietly removed for indiscretions with a student.
Anyway, that is The Mill on the Floss.
Perhaps more cheerily, this gloomy day (in my head - it was a glorious autumn day in the outside world) reminded me of Shelley -
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
It seems especially pertinent today. Potent? Pungent? Portentous perhaps...
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