This morning my mother, Maureen Fealty, died peacefully at the Ulster Hospital in Dundonald. I will be back to ‘work’ as soon as all arrangements have been completed. In the meantime, here is the memorable last paragraph of what was arguably George Eliot’s most complete novel, Middlemarch:
“Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
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