When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life. The Circumlocution Office2021-09-19T21:33:06+01:00Categories: Bleak House|Tags: Appearance (Places), Moon, Night, Solitude| Read More
No temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The Circumlocution Office2021-08-31T08:54:14+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Elephants, Machinery, Steam Engines| Read More
The fog and frost so hung about the black old gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat in mournful meditation on the threshold. The Circumlocution Office2020-12-14T09:40:57+00:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: Appearance (Places), Fog, Weather| Read More
A gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again. The Circumlocution Office2021-02-08T21:56:14+00:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: Appearance (Places), Home, Houses| Read More
A town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. The Circumlocution Office2020-10-06T21:05:32+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Industrial Revolution, Pollution| Read More
The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of the simoom: and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. The Circumlocution Office2020-10-06T21:06:12+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Heat, Industrial Revolution, Industry, Pollution, Wind| Read More
The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. The Circumlocution Office2020-10-06T21:06:39+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Heat, Industrial Revolution, Pollution| Read More
The piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. The Circumlocution Office2021-08-31T09:01:00+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Elephants, Industrial Revolution, Industry, Machinery, Steam Engines| Read More
All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white. The Circumlocution Office2020-10-06T21:08:17+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Industrial Revolution| Read More
A dreary waste, inhabited by a few scattered people of questionable character, whose poverty prevented their living in any better neighbourhood, or whose pursuits and mode of life rendered its solitude desirable. The Circumlocution Office2019-12-12T23:46:11+00:00Categories: The Black Veil|Tags: Appearance (Places), London, Walworth| Read More
The clash and glare of sundry fiery Works upon the river-side, arose by night to disturb everything except the heavy and unbroken smoke that poured out of their chimneys. The Circumlocution Office2019-12-03T10:52:20+00:00Categories: David Copperfield|Tags: Appearance (Places), Industry, London| Read More
The neighbourhood was a dreary one at that time; as oppressive, sad, and solitary by night, as any about London. The Circumlocution Office2019-12-03T10:56:07+00:00Categories: David Copperfield|Tags: Appearance (Places), London| Read More
A town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. The Circumlocution Office2021-08-05T20:55:40+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Industrial Revolution, Industry, Machinery, Pollution| Read More
If any one were to ask me what in my opinion was the dullest and most stupid spot on the face of the Earth, I should decidedly say Chelmsford. The Circumlocution Office2019-05-10T10:51:28+01:00Categories: Letters to Friends|Tags: Appearance (Places), Chelmsford| Read More
The sun that rises over the quiet streets of London on a bright Sunday morning, shines till his setting, on gay and happy faces. The Circumlocution Office2020-04-14T10:49:30+01:00Categories: Sunday Under Three Heads|Tags: Appearance (Places), London, Sunday| Read More
