I ≠ Adam Bede.
That’s the whole point.
George Eliot published the eponymous novel in 1859.
She - like all great writers - gave voice to an ineffable in/for me.
“Adam, you perceive, was by no means a marvelous man, nor, properly speaking, a genius, yet I will not pretend that his was an ordinary character among workmen…
He was not an average man.
Yet such men possess an inheritance of emotions nurtured by a simple family life of common need and common industry, and an inheritance of faculties trained in skillful, courageous labor.
They make their way upward, rarely as geniuses, most commonly as painstaking, honest men, with the skill and conscience to do well the tasks that lie before them. Their lives have no discernible echo beyond the neighborhood where they dwelt, but you are almost sure to find there some good piece of road, some company, or some hospital with which their names are associated by one or two generations after them.
Their employers were the richer for them, the work of their hands has worn well, and the work of their brains has guided well the hands of other men.
They are men of trust, and when they retire, the master who employed them says: ‘Where shall I find their like ?’”^1
George Eliot wasn't writing a saint's biography in 1859. She was describing a type — the person who shows up, does the work, builds the thing, and leaves the place better without needing a monument for it. No hacks. No personal brand. Just "skillful, courageous labor" in service of a future better than today.
That character named something I couldn't. So I borrowed him.
This site is the attempt — imperfect, ongoing — to think more clearly, act more deliberately, and earn the kind of trust Eliot describes. Words alone don't do it. But uninformed action is worse. So: words & work, words & work, ad infinitum.
If you want the answer to "Where shall I find their like?" to eventually be you and your community — welcome. Humbled to think through it with you.
Grateful.
Ted D.
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^1 Abridged for concision without diminishing sentiment. Full PDF here. Regarding male-only pronouns and icky terms like “master,” give her a break. She also might have meant it all as Marxian Irony, but that would require me to understand irony…



