Starting a long way off the true point by loops and zigags, we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

“At all events, it is certain that if any medicinal man had come to Middlemarch …”

“We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of…”

“If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?”

“I call it improper pride to let fool's notions hinder you from doing a good act…”