In the mouths of unlettered people she finds the bliss of quotidian metaphor:

she rejects the realpolitik of her grandmother

In 1937, black readers were embarrassed by the unlettered nature of the dialogue

Suburban and parochial, his vistas stretched far into the East

With a scalpel Eliot dissects degrees of human velleity

She was thinking of Spinoza's kind of striving, conatus

Fred's would seem the least edifying.

She was thinking of Spinoza's kind of striving, conatus.

a sage little aperçu occurs to him

both equally concerned with jouissance, with literary bliss