And this, after almost two-hundred years; we thank Mr Charles Dickens, and all he has done for us.

"All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away." - Dombey and Son

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