Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Great Endings: Great Expectations

I took her hand in mind, and we went out of the ruined place; and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of parting from her.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (1861) 

4 comments:

TaraDharma said...

all this literary juiciness packed in to ONE sentence! The distillation of, yes, great expectations, is exquisite.

Foxessa said...

Yes, indeed. 1861, the year of great expectations, particularly down in the land of rebellion, as they went to town making the War of Southern Aggression.

Love, c.

Distributorcap said...

oh boy - i remember hating this book back in 8th grade. miss havisham and estella and pip and the cobwebs on miss havishams dress....

i think i only hated Johnny Tremain more

K. said...

TD: That Chuck Dickens could definitely hold a pen in his hand!

F: Well, at least things were a little better in southern England then!

DC: I first read it in 9th grade. At the risk of putting my inner nerd on display, I loved it and assumed that everyone else in my class must have too. I was confused and disillusioned when it turned out that they didn't share my high opinion. Why couldn't other 14-year olds in a small town in South Texas see how great a novel set in 19th C. London and rural England was?