It was a town of red brick,
or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it,
but as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage.
It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys,
out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves forever and ever,
and never got uncoiled.
Monday, December 6, 2010
People & Other Aggravations
dropped by Lu lu b'goo at 7:09 PM
Labels: charles dickens, hard times
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Hello, I am from Brazil and visited your blog. I Have a musical blog, and I would like your visit. We would be virtual friends... Regards, Claudia. www.temperomusical.blogspot.com
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