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The dialect is the English West Midlands where Eliot grew up. I am from that area and recognised it although such a broad accent is very rare now as the area has industrialised and welcomed communities from around the world. My background reading says that Middlemarch is based on the town of Coventry.. In the UK the 'Brummie' accent that this is close too is seen as very low class.

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I am with everyone else re: Dorothea and Will, and wanting more there. But, can I just say: wow, wow, wow, wow, Chapter 61, where we finally get Bulstrode's mysterious backstory and his connection to Will, and his attempt to forestall any "punishment" by way of embarrassment by paying Will off! First, I have to say that I find Eliot's narrative voice very comforting, and have felt this all the way through the novel. The state of affairs in the US right now has had my anxiety operating at peak levels, with the accompanying insomnia, etc., and I've found myself turning to the next section I need to read as a way of soothing myself. Aside from the fact that her storytelling is so absorbing and delicious, I find her kindness and humanity towards even her dubious characters to be such a balm during a time when both of those things feel absent from the world. And this section in particular--I've been struggling so much with how ravenous people can be, and how bad actions get rationalized. For some reason, I've been struggling especially hard with this: Do they even believe the things they are saying? At what point do they ever feel like they have enough wealth and power? Don't they ever reach a point where they're disgusted with themselves? What is the point of it all when we're all going to die anyway?? For whatever reason, these have been the outraged questions that stick in my head, that I can't seem to understand or find answers to. And then along comes Chapter 61 of Middlemarch! Eliot's condemnation of evangelicalism, of the yoking together of capitalism and religion, and the mental gymnastics Bulstrode goes through to make it all work in his head, SHOOK me. I was scribbling all over the pages. "This implicit reasoning is essentially no more peculiar to evangelical belief than the use of wide phrases for narrow motives is peculiar to Englishmen. There is no general doctrine which is not capable of eating out our morality if unchecked by the deep-seated habit of direct fellow-feeling with individual fellow-men." Ugh! UGH! So it is the disconnection and the tribalism that enable this! Eliot is backing up one of my other favorites, EM Forster, in the idea that "only connect" is everything. Can I please just have George Eliot continue explaining our present moment to me the entire way through it? Please??

And Will's ability to see straight through Bulstrode, the way he is almost the hand of a true god by forcing Bulstrode to actually be laid bare and then rejecting what essentially would have been Bustrode's bribe to keep quiet--oh my GOD, how gratifying!! Though I did write, in the margin "Poor Will is really going through the wringer at this point."

WHEW.

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