A review by maxakdh
The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot

5.0

“We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no chilhood in it, - if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass- the same hips and haws on the autimn hedgerows - the same redbrests that we used to call ‘God’s birds,’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known? “