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John Baxter's avatar

An elegant assessment. Another classic Dickens evocation of a London pea-souper opens BLEAK HOUSE. "Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats...."

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Marco & Sabrina's avatar

Indeed. "I am in paradise"

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