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“It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

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The Personal History of David Copperfield0: In Three Volumes

Charles Dickens' 'The Personal History of David Copperfield0: In Three Volumes' is a semi-autobiographical novel that follows the journey of its title character. The narrative spans from David's early years in a poor family to his rise in society, exploring themes of resilience, friendship, and love. The story is known for its vivid portrayal of Victorian England and its exploration of complex human emotions. more

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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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