I love mornings, particularly bright ones, and the magic of getting up early, especially when it’s light at five. If I miss such a morning, I feel I’ve missed a chance at enchantment. In winter, I still get a kick out of stealing a march on the day, but am at the same time tempted to stay in bed until it’s light. So, enjoy this cheery description of the fine state of one’s mind at breakfast.
‘I like break-fast time better than any other moment in the day,’ said Mr Irwine. ‘No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the ray of things. I always have a favourite book by me at breakfast, and I enjoy the bits I pick up then so much, that regularly every morning it seems to me as if I should certainly become studious again.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 214
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