A splendid simile for a shallow-minded person, and I loved the ‘nethermost sediment’, in which murk turbid calculations are taking place as to whether her dying brother could possibly leave his wealth to any but his blood relations. He keeps the whole lot of them guessing, the blood relations, the non-blood relations, every last vulture among them.

‘… there remained in the nethermost sediment in her mental shallows a persuasion that her brother Peter Featherstone could never leave his chief property away from his blood-relations.’

Source: George Eliot, Middlemarch (London: Oxford University Press, 1973), p. 112

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