To have loved and lost and found love again
David Copperfield is another of Dickens great novels. Dickens as usual sheds light on the growing concerns of his time such as entrenched poverty, rigid social classes, and the desperate struggle to rise above all that. It is less intense than Great Expectations though no less enjoyable.
David Copperfield against all odds marries the woman of his dreams, loses her to fate, eventually recovers from the bereavement and finds love again. That is the stuff classics are made of because real life is rarely that perfect. You don’t usually find what you lost.
Dickens saw the same world everyone else did but he drew different realizations. He could see both the absurdity and the promise of what was going on around him and he culminated that in his writing. David Copperfield was about hope and rising against all odds to find eventual happiness.
“Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
“The truth is, the Establishment is on the side of the big battalions, because it created and armed them in the first place.
It never seems to occur to the millions of readers of that garbage that maybe God, if there is one, has something to do with truth, justice, and compassion rather than sheer brute force, and that truth and justice might possibly be on the side of the little platoons.
Not that it matters. The big battalions always win, and the ‘serious’ press always approves, and the grazers always believe it.”
— Cat Shannon
“The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of a destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another.
The legends say that the loved one is instantly recognized because she’s loved in every gesture, every expression of thought, every movement, every sound, and every mood that prays in her eyes.
The legends say that we know her by her wings—the wings that only we can see—and because wanting her kills every other desire of love.”
“Behind everything is the idea that Riverdale is a place that is welcoming to anyone. The goal has always been to be a place of comfort to our readers, especially for our youngest readers.
Nothing terrible or violent happens in Riverdale: You have to keep that out of our town. Kids today go through metal detectors at their schools, there are police officers in the hallways, the drugs, the gangs. By design, Archie lives in a world the way we might like it to be.”
— Victor Gorelick
“I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.”
“‘I am so blest, Trotwood - my heart is so overcharged -
but there is one thing I must say.’
She laid her gentle hands upon my shoulders, and looked
calmly in my face.
‘Do you know, yet, what it is?’
‘I am afraid to speculate on what it is. Tell me, my dear.’
‘I have loved you all my life!’”
— David & Agnes
“Faith is universal. Our specific methods for understanding it are arbitrary. Some of us pray to Jesus, some of us go to Mecca, some of us study subatomic particles. In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves.”
— Vittoria Vetra
“How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June... If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that-for that-I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!”
— Dorian Gray
“He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.”
— Jack London
“Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order - never, at least, without long, and sometimes tearful, explanations of the advantages of obedience and the reasons for the request.”
— Rudyard Kipling