![]() The manner in which Dickens gathers together his strands and winds up the tension is impressive, to say the least. Mr Snagsby? The Smallweeds? Little Jo? It turns out they were all essential, all pointing in the same direction, all walking the same way through fog. ![]() His "inquiring mind in matters of evidence" enabled him to follow a few slim leads into the heart of the mystery. Mr Guppy wasn't just a comically awful example of the lawyer breed. ![]() I wonder what safarikent thinks now? So much of the latter half of the book is a race against time, with everything narrowed to one sharp point, that it seems strange to look back on those languorous early pages and realise that all those characters wandering on and off the stage, all those luxuriously described locations and all of those apparently incidental details, served a definite purpose. ![]()
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