BLEAK HOUSE 
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BLEAK HOUSE
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"... Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls deified among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds..."
Charles Dickens, Bleak House
THE NOVEL
Preface
INTRODUCTION
The complete book
Characters
MISCELLANEOUS INFO
BACKGROUND
Curso Académico 1999/2000
Narrativa
en lengua inglesa I
© Ioana Basterra López
© a.r.e.a/ Dr. Vicente Forés López
Universitat de València Press
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