When Charles Dickens wrote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times", I believe he must have been having an affair with his married ex-boyfriend.
Carrie Bradshaw
Dickens. Jag är inne i en Dickens-period just nu och trots att jag inte har läst ut David Copperfield ännu tycker jag att det är den som ska finnas i lucka 23. Det berömda citatet ovan är från A Tale of Two Cities. Men nu passar det bäst med The Christmas Books. Utdrag ur The Chimes:
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead. Monsters uncouth and wild, arise in premature, imperfect resurrection; the several parts and shapes of different things are joined and mixed by chance; and when, and how, and by what wonderful degrees, each separates from each, and every sense and object of the mind resumes its usual form and lives again, no man - though every man is every day the casket of this type of the Great Mystery - can tell.
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