text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"My meditations had been ardently pursued, and, when I recalled my attention, I found myself bewildered among fields and fences. It was late before I extricated myself from unknown paths, and reached home.
(I.viii, p. 300)",2013-06-04 16:49:23 UTC,"""My meditations had been ardently pursued, and, when I recalled my attention, I found myself bewildered among fields and fences.""",2003-07-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Part I, Chapter 8","",,"","•INTEREST.Mervyn walks and wonders. I find the use of the word ""bewildered"" interesting. The pages previous mix up wandering and thinking as activities. REVISIT.",Reading,15723,5925
"What would have been the fruit of deliberation, if I had had the time or power to deliberate, I know not. My thoughts flowed with tumult and rapidity. To shut this spectacle from my view was my first impulse; but to desert this man, in a time of so much need, appeared a thankless and dastardly deportment. To remain where I was, to conform implicitly to his direction, required no effort. Some fear was connected with his presence, and with that of the dead; but, in the tremulous confusion of my present thoughts, solitude would conjure up a thousand phantoms.
(I.xii, p. 326)",2013-06-04 21:04:09 UTC,"""My thoughts flowed with tumult and rapidity.""",2003-07-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Part I, chapter 12","",2007-06-26,"",• Mervyn's reaction to Welbeck's narrative. Note the haunting of the mind implied in the last sentence. (Not included in database as a separate entry.),Reading,15731,5925
"Let me see: they tell me this is Monday night. Only three days yet to come! If thus restless to day; if my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow! What next day! What as the hour hastens on; as the sun descends; as my hand touches her in sign of wedded unity, of love without interval; of concord without end.
I must quell these tumults. They will disable me else. They will wear out all my strength. They will drain away life itself. But who could have thought! So soon! Not three months since I first set eyes upon her. Not three weeks since our plighted love, and only three days to terminate suspense and give me all.
I must compel myself to be quiet: to sleep. I must find some refuge from anticipations so excruciating. All extremes are agonies. A joy like this is too big for this narrow tenement. I must thrust it forth; I must bar and bolt it out for a time, or these frail walls will burst asunder. The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings. It traces out, and compels us to adhere to one path. It ever was my friend. Often has it blunted my vexations; hushed my stormy passions; turned my peevishness to soothing; my fierce revenge to heart-dissolving pity.
(Part II, chapter 23, p. 605; cf. pp. 207-8 in 1800 ed.)",2014-10-05 16:51:30 UTC,"""The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings.""",2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Part II, Chapter 23","",,Inhabitants and Writing,"•:The beginning of the end. Mervyn to marry. Great stuff about the pen and mental control. (See Clarissa.)
•I've included twice: Wandering and Pen
•The ""all"" of the wedding night had me supposing that Brown would have us think that more than Mervyn's joy must thrust forth. Hints of masturbation?
•Note the heart's mansion and the mind's career.
•A writing or a landscape metaphor? — revised as MOTION.",Reading,15853,5960