"I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child"
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Fielding skewers a particularly Enlightenment-era vanity: the belief that emotional stamina is a private achievement, like a muscle you can brag about because it performs on command. The sentence begins with self-flattery dressed up as reflection, "I fancied", a word that quietly confesses self-deception. Constancy of mind sounds like the prized moral technology of the period, the polished restraint associated with reason, virtue, and social competence. She claims she "could bear my own sufferings" - a stoic credential that reads almost like a test passed.
Then the quote pivots, not into melodrama but into exposure. "But found through the sufferings of others" shifts the ground from self-management to relational ethics. Pain you can narrate as yours can be organized, contained, even aestheticized. Another person's pain is messy, unpredictable, and morally demanding. It insists you admit dependency: your feelings are not sovereign territory.
The kicker is "weakened like a child". Fielding doesn't romanticize empathy; she infantilizes the adult self that thought it was in control. The subtext is sharp: maturity, as the culture defined it, often meant emotional discipline that could shade into emotional selfishness. Real vulnerability arrives when your defenses don't protect you from being moved.
Context matters: Fielding wrote in a century obsessed with sensibility and moral feeling, especially in fiction. She anticipates the novel's argument that sympathy is not a decorative virtue but a destabilizing force - one that punctures the ego and rewrites what "strength" is supposed to mean.
Then the quote pivots, not into melodrama but into exposure. "But found through the sufferings of others" shifts the ground from self-management to relational ethics. Pain you can narrate as yours can be organized, contained, even aestheticized. Another person's pain is messy, unpredictable, and morally demanding. It insists you admit dependency: your feelings are not sovereign territory.
The kicker is "weakened like a child". Fielding doesn't romanticize empathy; she infantilizes the adult self that thought it was in control. The subtext is sharp: maturity, as the culture defined it, often meant emotional discipline that could shade into emotional selfishness. Real vulnerability arrives when your defenses don't protect you from being moved.
Context matters: Fielding wrote in a century obsessed with sensibility and moral feeling, especially in fiction. She anticipates the novel's argument that sympathy is not a decorative virtue but a destabilizing force - one that punctures the ego and rewrites what "strength" is supposed to mean.
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