dickens-musing

November 28, 2024

Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. Mr. Cruncher, sitting on a stool in a public place but not being a poet, mused as little as possible, and looked about him.

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Thought:

“I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable.”

Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor

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