Comments on: What a Corrupted Mind (Chs. 23-4) http://mansfieldpark.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/what-a-corrupted-mind/ A Commentary on the Novel Sun, 25 Oct 2009 15:01:36 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Chris Dornan http://mansfieldpark.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/what-a-corrupted-mind/#comment-34 Chris Dornan Sun, 18 May 2008 20:15:46 +0000 http://mansfieldpark.wordpress.com/?p=14#comment-34 Indeed! The study of Henry's and Maria's selfish passion is absolutely brilliant. How can people say she didn't understand romantic love? Methinks the problem is she understood it only too well. Indeed! The study of Henry’s and Maria’s selfish passion is absolutely brilliant. How can people say she didn’t understand romantic love? Methinks the problem is she understood it only too well.

]]> By: Rosie http://mansfieldpark.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/what-a-corrupted-mind/#comment-31 Rosie Sat, 17 May 2008 19:37:37 +0000 http://mansfieldpark.wordpress.com/?p=14#comment-31 "Yes, Mary, my Fanny will feel a difference indeed: a daily, hourly difference, in the behaviour of every being who approaches her; and it will be the completion of my happiness to know that I am the doer of it, that I am the person to give the consequence so justly her due. Now she is dependent, helpless, friendless, neglected, forgotten.” “Nay, Henry, not by all; not forgotten by all; not friendless or forgotten. Her cousin Edmund never forgets her.” “Edmund! True, I believe he is, generally speaking, kind to her, and so is Sir Thomas in his way; but it is the way of a rich, superior, long-worded, arbitrary uncle. What can Sir Thomas and Edmund together do, what do they do for her happiness, comfort, honour, and dignity in the world, to what I shall do?” Ah yes. I remember bristling when I read this speech. What self conceit thought I. Even in the heat of his passion for Fanny it's still all about him. “Yes, Mary, my Fanny will feel a difference indeed: a daily, hourly difference, in the behaviour of every being who approaches her; and it will be the completion of my happiness to know that I am the doer of it, that I am the person to give the consequence so justly her due. Now she is dependent, helpless, friendless, neglected, forgotten.”

“Nay, Henry, not by all; not forgotten by all; not friendless or forgotten. Her cousin Edmund never forgets her.”

“Edmund! True, I believe he is, generally speaking, kind to her, and so is Sir Thomas in his way; but it is the way of a rich, superior, long-worded, arbitrary uncle. What can Sir Thomas and Edmund together do, what do they do for her happiness, comfort, honour, and dignity in the world, to what I shall do?”

Ah yes. I remember bristling when I read this speech. What self conceit thought I. Even in the heat of his passion for Fanny it’s still all about him.

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