A loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-08T21:56:44+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Crowds, Law| Read More
A buzz arose in the court as if a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner, in anticipation of what he was soon to become. The Circumlocution Office2020-03-01T15:54:57+00:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Crowds, Law| Read More
There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-09T15:19:04+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Comfort, Strength| Read More
Keep where you are, because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-14T13:53:34+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Threats| Read More
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us. The Circumlocution Office2020-07-09T18:33:33+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: History| Read More
Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:23:00+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Repression| Read More
Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:26:14+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Class, Hate| Read More
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:22:51+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Alcohol, Pity| Read More
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:22:46+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Emotions| Read More
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:22:41+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Death, Execution| Read More
You, devoted and young, cannot fully appreciate the anxiety I have felt that your life should not be wasted. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-11T07:22:38+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Life| Read More
Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-14T13:43:15+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Death, Execution, History, Paris| Read More
You have been the last dream of my soul. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-14T13:49:20+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Emotions| Read More
A gloomy prison, dark and filthy, and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-14T13:46:54+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Prison| Read More
It is extraordinary to me, that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-14T13:46:14+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: Repression| Read More
