Saturday, September 17, 2011


The wonderful thing about getting to see other parts of our big world is the assurance that there is something beyond you that puts you in proportion. The problem is that no matter where you are you can never be free of the self. Dickens knew this and gives us access to this understanding in Little Dorrit (which features the most travelling abroad of all his novels.) He also points us to the keys to the prison door, one of which is the realisation that the door is there.

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