"Humankind does advance by small steps as well as great ones, does it not?
I must believe that.
I sometimes wake very early, and go out alone,
and imagine I can hear the cries of all the scurrying creatures in the grass
– there’s so much suffering in the world.
I think of it as a kind of muffled cry on the other side of silence
– if our senses were sharp enough to apprehend it all,
I think the pain of it would destroy us.
I think we should be glad we are not too sensitive.
And work in any small way we can to help our fellow creatures. "
Dorothea in the BBC's Middlemarch, by George Eliot.
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