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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 8h

“What! -- Book III, Chapter XXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

so as to be prepared for a good plunge into the serious business of study. -- Book IV, Chapter XXXVII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

That was an unpropitious hour for coming home: it was too early to gain the moral support under ennui of dressing his person for dinner, and too late to undress his mind of the day’s frivolous ceremony and affairs, >>

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Peacock, you know, lived in a much smaller house than this. -- Book VII, Chapter LXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

As to his paper, I only hope he may do the writing himself. -- Book IV, Chapter XXXVII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

“What should I do—how should I act now, this very day, if I could clutch my own pain, and compel it to silence, and think of those three?” It had taken long for her to come to that question, and there was light piercing into the room. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXX

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

You clever young men must guard against indolence. -- Book I, Chapter IX

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

generally under attendance more or less frequent from Mr. Gambit, and occasionally having attacks which required Dr. Minchin. -- Book V, Chapter XLV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Here were deeper reasons than the superficial talk of a new man, which appeared still flimsier in the drawing-room over the shop, when they were recited to Mrs. Mawmsey, a woman accustomed to be made much of as a fertile mother,— >>

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Some men must marry to elevate themselves a little, but when I am in need of that, I hope some one will tell me so—I hope some individual will apprise me of the fact. -- Book III, Chapter XXXII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The felicitous word “demise,” which had seasonably occurred to him, had raised his spirits even above their usual evening pitch. -- Book III, Chapter XXXI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Middlemarch Bot has gone through an interior remodel. Some changes: 1. No more posts with only sentence fragments! (Probably. It's too long a novel to check by hand.) 2. 300+ character sentences are presented in threaded posts, with the source in the last reply. Thanks for following along!

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

If you insist on remaining here, even for a short time, you will get nothing from me. -- Book V, Chapter LIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

“I cannot give up my only prospect of happiness, papa.” -- Book IV, Chapter XXXVI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

“I hope I have not presumed too much in calling,” said Will; “I could not bear to leave the neighborhood and begin a new life without seeing you to say good-by.” “Presumed?” -- Book VI, Chapter LIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

“And I am sure you will not refuse to tell me exactly what you think.” “You want to decide whether you should give a generous support to the Hospital,” said Lydgate. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXVI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

I dare say the great scholastic himself would have been flattered to have his portrait asked for. -- Book II, Chapter XXII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

It would be better for Mr. Casaubon to have a secretary; he could easily get a man who would do half his work for him. -- Book IV, Chapter XXXVII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

I suppose we shall have very little money. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXVII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

“Your horses of the Sun,” he said, “And first-rate whip Apollo!” -- Book III, Chapter XXIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

It was not confusion that kept them silent, for they both felt that parting was near, and there is no shamefacedness in a sad parting. -- Book VI, Chapter LXII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

They’d need have some money, eh? -- Book I, Chapter XII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

But Rosamond went home with a sense of justified repugnance towards her husband. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

What is the use of being exquisite if you are not seen by the best judges? -- Book V, Chapter XLIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

I do like to be spoken to as if I had common-sense. -- Book II, Chapter XIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

“I have no doubt she will,” said Lydgate, suppressing his thought about Dorothea’s looks, which were as much changed as Rosamond’s, “if you will be kind enough to come in and let me tell her that you are here.” -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXXI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

“And then the children might be married by-and-by, Susan.” “You will not give any hint of the plan to Fred, until you are sure that Bulstrode would agree to the plan?” said Mrs. Garth, in a tone of gentle caution. -- Book VII, Chapter LXVIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

They say, when he was a little boy, he made an abstract of ‘Hop o’ my Thumb,’ and he has been making abstracts ever since. -- Book I, Chapter VIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

It’s a breakdown blow, and it damages Lydgate as much as Bulstrode. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

“I have not been anywhere except to church for nearly a week,” said Mrs. Bulstrode, after a few introductory remarks. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

“She looks as if she were.” “Really, I never thought about it,” said Will, sulkily. -- Book V, Chapter XLIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

There’s a sharp air, driving. -- Book I, Chapter IV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

What could he do? -- Book VII, Chapter LXXI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

“I wish to say, Mr. Bulstrode, that I must request you to put your business into some other hands than mine.” -- Book VII, Chapter LXIX

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

He put his arm round Letty’s neck silently, and led her into the kitchen without his usual jokes and caresses. -- Book III, Chapter XXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

“I am very sorry,” were all the words that he could muster. -- Book VI, Chapter LVI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

It is only a narrow swamp that we have to pass in a long journey. -- Book VII, Chapter LXIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

“There’s a reason in mourning, as I’ve always said; and three folds at the bottom of your skirt and a plain quilling in your bonnet—and if ever anybody looked like an angel, it’s you in a net quilling—is what’s consistent for a second year.” -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXX

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

You know, he said that he had forgotten them till then. -- Book I, Chapter I

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen, and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. -- Book I, Chapter I

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

The tobacco trade is growing. -- Book IV, Chapter XLI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. -- Book I, Chapter III

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

“He was afraid of some betrayal in my hearing: all he wanted was to bind me to him by a strong obligation: that was why he passed on a sudden from hardness to liberality.” -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXIII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

In the week-days when she went to see the ladies at the Rectory, she listened in vain for some word that they might let fall about Will; but it seemed to her that Mrs. Farebrother talked of every one else in the neighborhood and out of it. -- Book VI, Chapter LIV

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

I only wanted to tell you that if you vote for your arsenic-man, you are not to cut me in consequence. -- Book II, Chapter XVII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

“You said he had an uncommon notion of stock, and a good eye for things.” “Did I?” said Caleb, rather slyly. -- Book VIII, Chapter LXXXVI

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

The Santa Clara, which was spoken of in the second place, Naumann declared himself to be dissatisfied with—he could not, in conscience, engage to make a worthy picture of it; so about the Santa Clara the arrangement was conditional. -- Book II, Chapter XXII

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Middlemarch Bot @middlemarchbot.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

Young Hawley, an accomplished billiard-player, brought a cool fresh hand to the cue. -- Book VII, Chapter LXVI

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