Charles Dickens:
I had no thought that night — none, I am quite sure — of what was soon to happen to me. But I have always remembered since that when we had stopped at the garden-gate to look up at the sky, and when we went upon our way, I had for a moment an undefinable impression of myself as being something different from what I then was. I know it was then and there that I had it. I have ever since connected the feeling with that spot and time and with everything associated with that spot and time, to the distant voices in the town, the barking of a dog, and the sound of wheels coming down the miry hill.
Bleak House
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Oh, I remember that passage. What a great novel. Are you rereading? Reading for the first time? Either way, it’s such a feast.
It is a feast. I had read it once before this year, but this time I read the whole thing, then watched the BBC adaptation from a few years ago, and now I'm reading it again from start to finish. It helps with keeping track of the convolutions. (My favorite actor from the BBC cast is Phil Davis, who makes a priceless Smallweed.)
Yes, the BBC adaptation was terrific.
Elaine and I just began Robertson Davies’s Cornish Trilogy, whose first volume, I’m happy to discover, has two (first-person) narrators.
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