In reply to Robert Durran:
> ...But the Brothers Karamazov, though harder work is the one to read if you are only ever going to read one; more than twenty years after I read it there are passages still burnt into my mind amongst all the sprawling magnificence.
Could you point me to one? I'd like to read it. After at least twenty five years, what I still remember is that I skipped passages, even, I think, a chapter, because of (what I remember as) the spiritualism.
The Idiot got to me after one too many a drunk person had shouted on the landing, to no discernible purpose. Or so I remember.
The passage that's burnt into my mind after twenty years is this one from the last page of Middlemarch:
"But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."