Dorothea colored with pleasure, and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life, and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay, who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!
Dorothea’s inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions, which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?
A wonderfully incisive quote from George Eliot's Middlemarch, but what caught my eye most was the wonderful phrase pilulous smallness.
Right now I am dismayed at the pilulous smallness of the political process. Soon it will all be over, thank God.