Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.

Bleak House, Chapter 1

One of my favorite descriptive sentences. Anywhere. It’s so damn descriptive. Words fail me.


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