Herbert Pocket and Pip fight bareknuckled, as per the fighting rules of the Marquess of Queensberry.
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Day/Page/Sketch #94
Laughing, Lucky Four Leaved Clover
Is a most a atrocious rover;
Doesn’t stay long in one place
Goes and never leaves trace.
Day/Page/Sketch #93
According to Carl Jung, the main purpose of our existence is to individuate, to understand that we are completely distinct from other individuals.
Day/Page/Sketch #92
Birthdays are your own personal New Year’s Day, when we look toward the coming year. In astrological language this is known as a Solar Return: the precise moment that the Sun returns to its exact position in your birth chart. The Solar Return reading can be used as a way of predicting what parts of your life will be prominent in the coming year (from birthday to birthday).
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Miss Havisham has not washed, cleaned or had a change of clothes since
the wedding day,
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Day/Page/Sketch #66
Close to closing chapter 8, our hero has one of the saddest, most miserable days of his short life, with many-many more to follow.
Day/Page/Sketch #65
Falling in love is mainly a Western concept of moving from a feeling of neutrality towards a person to one of love. The use of the term “fall” implies that the process is in some way inevitable, uncontrollable, risky, irreversible, and that it puts the lover in a state of vulnerability, in the same way the word “fall” is used in the phrase “to fall ill” or “to fall into a trap”. The term is generally used to describe an (eventual) love that is strong.
Day/Page/Sketch #64
“In the little world where children have their existence, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.”
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In Dickens’ time, and earlier, beer was drank to quench thirst, not water from a well. Tea and coffee were too expensive. Children were served a thin brew.
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I was inspired by the way Dickens renders Miss Havisham on this page, as a spectral figure from the darkness that would turn to dust under sunlight.




