I found an old copy of Our Mutual Friend I read in AP English about 5 years ago…
I was looking around everything I underlined and everything I wrote between the lines and in the margins and I had circled these two paragraphs about 20 times:
” Over and over again. No. No. But try over and over again, nevertheless. See! A token of life! An indubitable token of life! The spark may smoulder and go out, or it may glow and expand, but see! The four rough fellows, seeing, shed tears. Neither Riderhood in this world, nor Riderhood in the other, could draw tears from them; but a striving human soul between the two can do it easily.
He is struggling to come back. Now, he is almost here, now he is far away again. Now he is struggling harder to get back. And yet- like us all, when we swoon - like us all, every day of our lives when we wake - he is instinctively unwilling to be restored to the consciousness of existence, and would be left dormant, if he could.”