'I'll tell you what I am thinking of, Nannie. I will go to Canada, or somewhere of that sort.' (Rex had not studied the character of our colonial possessions.)
—George Eliot, Daniel Deronda
Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!?
I had to laugh at this:
Rex would have seemed a vision of the father's youth, if it had been possible to imagine Mr. Gascoigne without distinct plans and without command, smitten with a heart sorrow, and having no more notion of concealment than a sick animal;...
Yup, he's a chip off the old block!
