ABSTRACT
THOMAS CARLYLE: One of the greatest men of letters, not merely of England in the nineteenth century; not merely of all English literature at large; but of all the world and all time. But also what the Greeks, with their unmatched faculty of suiting sound to sense called a σȹόδϱα μελαγχολıϰός—a man utterly under the sway of that Goddess more dread than any Fury and most dread of all the instruments of Fate—Melancholy: and somewhat unfortunate, not in his actual upbringing itself but in the suitableness of that upbringing to his future society and occupations. Afflicted with curious: patches of mental blindness as to some things in books and life; but not seriously damaged as to his vision and his creation in others. Not likely to be a happy man and only too likely to make others unhappy, without the slightest intention of doing so, or indeed clear perception of having done it….
