I hoped to get further than this at lunch today, but I was interrupted. As if there is anything more pressing than my novel reading.
I should have told them that this was serious business. (I just love Lorry).
Save for a few impassioned speeches, this book is devoid of copious dialogue. Strange then, that I feel the characters so fully.
Carton is on my heart at the moment.
"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away."
What strikes me most about this passage is way the sun rose, and it was sad. Isn't that usually a metaphor for good?
Hopefully I can log more tonight. :)