The Crushing Melancholy

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Favourite reread

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📚 Rereading “The Joker in the Pack” on a Sunday afternoon

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Winter reread ❄️ 📚

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“But money was the very breath of Melmotte’s nostrils, and therefore his breath was taken for money.” Winter re-read ❄️ 📚

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“The business of the Bank of England started early.”

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“It was like two white doors, tightly shut, flanked by a pair of flickering lamps on a wild plain at night: you pound at them with all your might, absolutely convinced a murder is taking place inside. But when the doors open to admit you, there’s no such thing. There’s not even a building. All you can see under a few stars, is empty mist and tangled weeds.”