Dickens goes up to the counter and orders a cup of tea. He quickly finishes it and asks for more. He can’t afford to pay for the refill. The barista drags him out into the street and sends him to the poorhouse, where he pines away for his lost love, who is married to another man. He works his fingers to the bone in a factory, eventually rising to the upper echelons of society. Ten years later, he walks into the same Starbucks and orders a cup of tea. When he asks for a refill, the barista gives it to him free of charge. He pays for it anyway.
[…] l'amai semplicemente perché non potevo resisterle. Una volta per tutte: spesso, anche se non sempre, mi resi conto, patendone, che l’amavo contro ogni possibile ragione, promessa, pace, speranza, felicità, contro ogni possibile scoraggiamento.
Derrida’s work as a student was “quite unintelligible,” Dickens’s nighttime roaming was enlightening, and Trollope was born two hundred years ago this month. Read more of today’s arts and culture news.
goes up to the counter and orders 30 tall hot chocolates. Fagin pays
for the drinks using a crisp one hundred-pound note. The barista watches
him leave and then puts his hand into his pocket, only to find that his
wallet is gone. He runs out to the street, only to see Fagin wave at
him cheerfully and then disappear around a corner, followed a group of
boys in tattered tailcoats.
The influx of ads during December reminded me of some of my favorite ads in our serial copy of Bleak House by Charles Dickens. Printed and circulated from March 1852 to September1853, each of the twenty parts includes multiple advertisements at the back for clocks, cure-all pills, bedding, presses, and my favorite, crochet patterns from Marsland, Son, & Co. Issue no.10’s December snowflake design (the last image), promised a new design issued each month, but you can see one of the bird patterns was a repeat!