Saturday, 24 February 2018

The Real David Copperfield

Whoever said Charles Dickens was grossly sentimental has never read David Copperfield as an adult. Everybody in the book is brutalised without exception. The evil doers swim in their own vile gravy and David, trusting, opening to the sun of benign fortune like a daisy introduces Steerforth to the Peggottys. Don’t imagine that I will let out more of the story than this because if you will not read it consider yourself lost to literature.

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