Thursday, March 7, 2013


With a heavy heart I remember her soft breathing streets at night, quiet but vibrant and full of life.  Damp with the soles of so many before me.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Charles Dickens

At any time and always, one of my most favorite of authors along with Thomas Hardy.  His evocation of all things character are matched by none then or since.

"Can I say of her face - altered as I have reason to remember it, perished as I know it is - that it is gone, when here it comes before me at this instant, as distinct as any face that I may choose to look on in a crowded street? Can I say of her innocent and girlish beauty, that it faded, and was no more, when its breath falls on my cheek now, as it fell that night? Can I say she ever changed, when my remembrance brings her back to life, thus only; and, truer to its loving youth than I have been, or man ever is, still holds fast what it cherished then?"

David Copperfield - 1850

Actually, there were many titles.  The final I believe being:

The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery (Which He Never Meant to Publish on Any Account)