I haven't spent as much time as I would like with the book so far, but have seen enough of Gwendolen to decide that she is a brilliant portrait of a narcissist. She ticks all the boxes:
- an excessive need for admiration.
- disregard for others' feelings.
- an inability to handle any criticism.
- a sense of entitlement.
I do like Eliot's occasional amusing asides. As an example, the description of the horse Rex was riding and on which he came to grief:
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... his father's grey nag, a good horse enough in his way, but of sober years and ecclesiastical habits.
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