It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wis-dom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the ep-och of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the win-ter of despair, we had everything be-fore us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being re-ceived, for good or for evil, in the su-perlative degree of comparison only.
This, I think, sums up a lot that has happened to me in the last three years. How I wish I could write descriptions that were half as beautiful as this. We shall, however, sate ourselves with the best utilities that text editors can offer; for now.
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