AG’s giving Dickens a happy ending here. The cartoon’s secret mouseover says to consult paragraph 1, chapter 3, of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities. In that chapter, a banker is on his way to a mysterious meeting in which he’s to learn who was buried, how that person came back to life, and what he, the banker, must do about it. Meanwhile, he’s riding through the city, thinking lonely thoughts we’ve all had. God but I loved that book. Here’s Dickens in all his wordy glory:
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life’s end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?
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Dickens quote, thanks to the excellent Project Gutenberg
As someone close to me once told me: “Everyone has their story.”