Let me tell you this helped me so very much in understanding some of the things in the book. If the case was ever settled it could help Ada and Richard forever. Dickens is often accused of creating unrealistic cartoonish characters usually defined by one quirk. Finally, there is John Jarndyce himself, who falls in love with his young ward. May you be very happy! Those tropes show up here.
I must make a special mention for a Harold Skimpole. I hate it and detest it. The good charity of our trinity, is dignified, individualised and with one possible exception, helpful. Jellyby was based on Caroline Chisholm, who had started out as an evangelical philanthropist in Sydney, Australia, and then moved to England in 1846. It attempts to cull the good evidence this is what I saw, from close distance, in good light from bad evidence this is what I heard from a hobo, who got it from a witch, who heard it whispered by a talking pear.
How sad, we are told, to wrap your life up in any expectation of justice or relief from the courts, what a waste of time for anyone but the lawyers who alone seem to profit from the venture. Dickens took a great interest in the lad, gave him his meals and sent him to school at night. The Chancery, with all the Legal aspects. In the meantime, you can read the entire review at Call it by any name Your Highness will, attribute it to whom you will, or say it might have been prevented how you will, it is the same death eternally—inborn, inbred, engendered in the corrupted humours of the vicious body itself, and that only—Spontaneous Combustion, and none other of all the deaths that can be died. Watch the show like I did if you need to understand what they are talking about at times. Not in their being beaten round, or worked round, but in their 'coming' round! I can lie down on the grass—in fine weather—and float along an African river, embracing all the natives I meet, as sensible of the deep silence and sketching the dense overhanging tropical growth as accurately as if I were there. Vholes worried more about his reputation than the interests of his clients , are enriched, to the point that the property at issue is completely eaten up by legal fees.
I would beg the reader's attention to hold a moment. Viewed by this light it becomes a coherent scheme and not the monstrous maze the laity are apt to think it. I have wiped them away now and can go on again properly. I shudder at how many people were ready to scrap the jury system after the Casey Anthony verdict. Ada and Richard fell in love and they were so sweet to see. Ada and I agreed, as we talked together for a little while upstairs, that this caprice about the wind was a fiction and that he used the pretence to account for any disappointment he could not conceal, rather than he would blame the real cause of it or disparage or depreciate any one. I thought all Charles Dickens books where like this weather.
I had always thought that some accident might happen which would throw me suddenly, without any relation or any property, on the world and had always tried to keep some little money by me that I might not be quite penniless. It was heart wrenching to read the sub plot touching on Jo, a poor orphaned or abandoned child who lives a miserable life far more suited to an animal than a human. And where should it be dug up but in England in 1676. For, you see, although I was not born a lawyer I became one. Even more extremely painted is the quixotic Mrs Jellyby.
Dickens, ever being the reformer, mocks the Chancery justice system which causes delays till the cases are passed from generations to generations. All these themes coupled with the mystery theme bring intrigue, colour and variety to the book. There are killings, lies, hopelessness, disease, death, sadness - but it's not all Bleak. It has a very large cast of characters and a lot of intrigues. You would make a home out of even this house.
However, to my shock, which led to a general state of appall, I discovered that not all those who obtain the license to practice law seek what is right, but an end that serves to line their wallets. The children in the lanes here say he has sold himself to the devil. Well, there you are then. All through dinner—which was long, in consequence of such accidents as the dish of potatoes being mislaid in the coal skuttle and the handle of the corkscrew coming off and striking the young woman in the chin—Mrs. Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. One is due to a hot topic in scientific debate, so contentious that Dickens felt the need to defend it in his preface.
First, I was not quite unconscious of the contrast in respect of meaning and intention between the silent look directed that way and the flow of words that had preceded it. Sir Leicester Dedlock, the arrogant Baronet get the symbolism is a party in the suit, his haughty wife Honoria, pretty and intimidating but there is something not quite clear there. All of humanity is represented here well, all of Victorian English humanity at any rate. The next most famous instance happened at Rheims six years earlier, and the historian in that case is Le Cat, one of the most renowned surgeons produced by France. By degrees the poor tired girl fell asleep, and then I contrived to raise her head so that it should rest on my lap, and to cover us both with shawls. The court clerks, audiences or should I say spectators, and even the attorneys are amused, laughter frequently heard, not a surprise this British institution, no longer exists. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great and dirty city.
I thought of my dead godmother, of the night when I read to her, of her frowning so fixedly and sternly in her bed, of the strange place I was going to, of the people I should find there, and what they would be like, and what they would say to me, when a voice in the coach gave me a terrible start. Every time I read a true classic, I have to stop and kick myself for having been so long getting around to it. Every master in Chancery has had a reference out of it. On that day week, amply provided with all necessaries, I left it, inside the stagecoach, for Reading. Also, in long thin letters, Krook, dealer in marine stores. Gale and Design and Thomson Learning are trademarks used herein under license. Her darkened face had such power over me that it stopped me in the midst of my vehemence.