December 8, 2012
And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. This is on page 254 of Hard Times and pretty much sums up what was, for Dickens, a 342 page piece of flash fiction.
February 10, 2012
He never got over being forced to quit school and go to work in that blacking factory as a kid. Whenever he so much as glimpsed a tin of shoe polish, he would fly into a spittle flecked rage. His handlers would have to talk him down with praise of random characters from his works, […]
February 9, 2012
Dickens’ favorite activity when visiting the United States was: a. riding shotgun on a Wells Fargo stagecoach. b. swimming in the Hudson River with porpoises. c. laughing at Chicago. d. dressing up as Queen Victoria and skipping down the street reciting randomly from Shakespeare. e. arm wrestling circus clowns. f. raging over shoe polish.
February 7, 2012
Happy birthday, Chas the D I perused Dave the Copp 2 times 3 Plenty of evidence, you gotta see that I dig your stuff to the Nth degree Here’s to you, talented dude Grab a beer! Have some food!
