Scrapbook for April 2017

30.04.2017 – Site changes

Posting on this blog will be very infrequent and erratic from now on. There may be the odd flurry, but the general tone will be reminiscent of Miss Havisham's place:

It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from which she had taken it up. As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which the shoe was absent, and saw that the silk stocking on it, once white, now yellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest of everything, this standing still of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the collapsed form could have looked so like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations 1861, Chapter VIII.