Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Bleak House

 
LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill.


I come back to this blog after a long absence, prompted by a wonderful gift from my even more wonderful friend Mauricio: a precious edition of Bleak House. Therefore, I am abandoning the original schedule, I am not going to read Dickens's works in chronological order but in the order that this gift demands. It's so fitting for this rainy November weather!
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  1. Mauricio D. Aguilera Linde6 November 2012 at 22:53

    Bleak house.
    Esther y su muñeca... y una madre. Suena prometedor para un otoño que nos despoja de los que nos cubre: pelo y hojas.
    Bss

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    1. Margarita Carretero González8 November 2012 at 15:20

      ¡Hey, Mauricio! The man himself!!! Gracias por comentar, gracias por el regalo del libro, gracias por el regalo que eres tú. Mmmmmmmuack.

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