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"
I
call
that
the
fanaticism
of
sympathy
,
"
said
Will
,
impetuously
.
"
You
might
say
the
same
of
landscape
,
of
poetry
,
of
all
refinement
.
If
you
carried
it
out
you
ought
to
be
miserable
in
your
own
goodness
,
and
turn
evil
that
you
might
have
no
advantage
over
others
.
The
best
piety
is
to
enjoy
—
when
you
can
.
You
are
doing
the
most
then
to
save
the
earth
’
s
character
as
an
agreeable
planet
.
And
enjoyment
radiates
.
It
is
of
no
use
to
try
and
take
care
of
all
the
world
;
that
is
being
taken
care
of
when
you
feel
delight
—
in
art
or
in
anything
else
.
Would
you
turn
all
the
youth
of
the
world
into
a
tragic
chorus
,
wailing
and
moralizing
over
misery
?
I
suspect
that
you
have
some
false
belief
in
the
virtues
of
misery
,
and
want
to
make
your
life
a
martyrdom
.
"
Will
had
gone
further
than
he
intended
,
and
checked
himself
.
But
Dorothea
’
s
thought
was
not
taking
just
the
same
direction
as
his
own
,
and
she
answered
without
any
special
emotion
—
"
Indeed
you
mistake
me
.
I
am
not
a
sad
,
melancholy
creature
.
I
am
never
unhappy
long
together
.
I
am
angry
and
naughty
—
not
like
Celia
:
I
have
a
great
outburst
,
and
then
all
seems
glorious
again
.
I
cannot
help
believing
in
glorious
things
in
a
blind
sort
of
way
.
I
should
be
quite
willing
to
enjoy
the
art
here
,
but
there
is
so
much
that
I
don
’
t
know
the
reason
of
—
so
much
that
seems
to
me
a
consecration
of
ugliness
rather
than
beauty
.
The
painting
and
sculpture
may
be
wonderful
,
but
the
feeling
is
often
low
and
brutal
,
and
sometimes
even
ridiculous
.
Here
and
there
I
see
what
takes
me
at
once
as
noble
—
something
that
I
might
compare
with
the
Alban
Mountains
or
the
sunset
from
the
Pincian
Hill
;
but
that
makes
it
the
greater
pity
that
there
is
so
little
of
the
best
kind
among
all
that
mass
of
things
over
which
men
have
toiled
so
.
"
"
Of
course
there
is
always
a
great
deal
of
poor
work
:
the
rarer
things
want
that
soil
to
grow
in
.
"
"
Oh
dear
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
taking
up
that
thought
into
the
chief
current
of
her
anxiety
;
"
I
see
it
must
be
very
difficult
to
do
anything
good
.
I
have
often
felt
since
I
have
been
in
Rome
that
most
of
our
lives
would
look
much
uglier
and
more
bungling
than
the
pictures
,
if
they
could
be
put
on
the
wall
.
"
Dorothea
parted
her
lips
again
as
if
she
were
going
to
say
more
,
but
changed
her
mind
and
paused
.
"
You
are
too
young
—
it
is
an
anachronism
for
you
to
have
such
thoughts
,
"
said
Will
,
energetically
,
with
a
quick
shake
of
the
head
habitual
to
him
.
"
You
talk
as
if
you
had
never
known
any
youth
.
It
is
monstrous
—
as
if
you
had
had
a
vision
of
Hades
in
your
childhood
,
like
the
boy
in
the
legend
.
You
have
been
brought
up
in
some
of
those
horrible
notions
that
choose
the
sweetest
women
to
devour
—
like
Minotaurs
And
now
you
will
go
and
be
shut
up
in
that
stone
prison
at
Lowick
:
you
will
be
buried
alive
.
It
makes
me
savage
to
think
of
it
!
I
would
rather
never
have
seen
you
than
think
of
you
with
such
a
prospect
.
"
Will
again
feared
that
he
had
gone
too
far
;
but
the
meaning
we
attach
to
words
depends
on
our
feeling
,
and
his
tone
of
angry
regret
had
so
much
kindness
in
it
for
Dorothea
’
s
heart
,
which
had
always
been
giving
out
ardor
and
had
never
been
fed
with
much
from
the
living
beings
around
her
,
that
she
felt
a
new
sense
of
gratitude
and
answered
with
a
gentle
smile
—
"
It
is
very
good
of
you
to
be
anxious
about
me
.
It
is
because
you
did
not
like
Lowick
yourself
:
you
had
set
your
heart
on
another
kind
of
life
.
But
Lowick
is
my
chosen
home
.
"
