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!