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Romantic Temporality, Contingency, and Mary Shelley
ELH: English literary history
How can we not feel that time percolates rather than flows? Far from flowing in laminar and continuous lines, like a well-behaved river under a bridge, upstream to downstream, time descends, turns back on itself, stops, starts, bifurcates ten times, divides, blends, caught up in whirlpools and counter-currents, hesitant, aleatory, uncertain and fluctuating, multiplied into a thousand beds like the yukon River. . . . Sudden explosions, quick crises, periods of stagnant boredom, burdensome ordoi:10.1353/elh.0.0015 fatcat:3dhieqd4cfac7bnrl3kacj3gbu