As a girl of twelve or so the writer browsed a good deal on Cowper's poems and somehow took an interest in Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings. Only the other day did the ball to fit that socket arrive in the shape of an article in The Quarterly on 'The Queen of the Bluestockings.' Behold, there was Mrs. Montague with her feather hangings! The pleasure of meeting with her after all these years was extraordinary; for in no way is knowledge more enriching than in this of leaving behind it a, so to speak, dormant appetite for more of the kind. Vol. 3 pages 223-224
I think she means dormant in the sense of latent: (of a bud, resting stage, etc.) lying dormant or hidden until circumstances are suitable for development or manifestation (Google)
Later she says:
Later she says:
Not what we have learned, but what we are waiting to know, is the delectable part of knowledge.
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