What a surprising simile for life – at least in its easeful moments – likening it to a familiar tool worn to the shape of the fingers holding it, comfortably sitting in the palm of the hand which over time has itself shaped the handle.

‘… where life seemed like a familiar smooth-handled tool that the fingers clutch with loving ease.’

Source: George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (London: Oxford University Press, 1963), p. 281

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