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Matthew Parris

The question Christianity fails to answer: ‘Who is my neighbour?’

A passage by George Eliot emphasises the huge ache at the heart of our moral reasoning

12 December 2015

9:00 AM

12 December 2015

9:00 AM

‘Fine old Christmas,’ wrote George Eliot, ‘with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and colour with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.’

Thus opens the second chapter of Book II of The Mill on the Floss.

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Matthew Parris writes for the Times.

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