Deronda's mind went back upon what must have been the tragic pressure of outward conditions hindering this man, whose force he felt to be telling on himself, from making any world for his thought in the minds of others--like a poet among people of a strange speech, who may have a poetry of their own, but have no ear for his cadence, no answering thrill to his discovery of the latent virtues in his mother tongue.

Deronda reflected on what must have been the tragic pressure of outward conditions hindering this man from influencing the minds of others - like a poet among people of a strange speech, who may have a poetry of their own, but have no ear for his.
