Candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. The Circumlocution Office2022-10-07T18:12:09+01:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: Fog, Pollution| Read More
A town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. The Circumlocution Office2022-11-15T23:27:37+00:00Categories: 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 Office2022-02-26T11:21:33+00:00Categories: 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 Office2022-11-15T23:28:18+00:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Heat, Industrial Revolution, Pollution| 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 Office2022-11-15T20:38:28+00:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Industrial Revolution, Industry, Machinery, Pollution| Read More
It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it. The Circumlocution Office2022-11-15T23:29:01+00:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Pollution| Read More
Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun’s rays. The Circumlocution Office2020-06-25T19:56:00+01:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Pollution| Read More
The innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in. The Circumlocution Office2021-03-10T21:29:21+00:00Categories: Hard Times|Tags: Appearance (Places), Coketown, Environment, Pollution| Read More
Inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-12T19:31:31+01:00Categories: Our Mutual Friend|Tags: Environment, Fog, London, Pollution| Read More
Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-12T19:31:14+01:00Categories: Our Mutual Friend|Tags: Environment, Fog, London, Pollution| Read More
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. The Circumlocution Office2020-02-03T22:25:50+00:00Categories: Bleak House|Tags: Fog, London, Pollution, Sanitation, Weather| Read More
The whole metropolis was a heap of vapour charged with muffled sound of wheels, and enfolding a gigantic catarrh. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-12T18:05:34+01:00Categories: Our Mutual Friend|Tags: Environment, Fog, London, Pollution| Read More
Through the heart of the town a deadly sewer ebbed and flowed, in the place of a fine fresh river. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-27T09:01:20+01:00Categories: Little Dorrit|Tags: Environment, London, Pollution, River Thames, Sanitation| Read More
Alleys and archways, like so many cesspools, disgorged their offences of smell, and dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and the whole quarter reeked with crime, with filth, and misery. The Circumlocution Office2022-04-14T20:03:02+01:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: Appearance (Places), Pollution| Read More
