I continue to read (listen) to Middlemarch and have enjoyed this book a great deal. I’m on chapter 19 of 86. My favorite line so far has been this musing of Dr. Lydgate about Rosamond Vincy in chapter 16.
Certainly, if falling in love had been at all in question, it would have been quite safe with a creature like this Miss Vincy, who had just the kind of intelligence one would desire in a woman—polished, refined, docile, lending itself to finish in all the delicacies of life, and enshrined in a body which expressed this with a force of demonstration that excluded the need for other evidence.