Notions and scruples were like spilt needles, making one afraid of treading, or sitting down, or even eating

“We must not inquire too curiously into motives,” he interposed, in his measured way. “Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.”

— George Eliot, Middlemarch

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