No matter how many times I read Charles Dickens's Hard Times I always come to a screeching halt on page twenty and read the same haunting omen over and over and over again.
"Mrs. Gradgrind, weakly smiling, and giving no other sign of vitality, looked (as she always did) like an indifferently executed transparency of a small female figure, without enough light behind it."
I'd like very much to get that paragraph tattooed onto me, but I have not the slightest clue as to where to put it.
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