Quote by Jane Austen

The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour.


The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work wi

Summary

This quote refers to the speaker's work being confined to a small and intricate space, symbolized by the "two inches wide" of ivory. The usage of a fine brush implies the attention to detail and precision required for the task at hand. However, despite putting in great effort, the work does not yield significant impact. It speaks to the notion that sometimes, even with dedication and meticulousness, the results may be minimal or go unnoticed.

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By Jane Austen
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