George Eliot
- Middlemarch
(Of a pier-glass:) It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person now absent- of Miss Vincy, for example.
