I was running on the local hike and bike trail today — listening to Bleak House on my headphones — when suddenly I was falling forward and slamming my head into the pavement.
I was about a mile from my car and walked back holding my shirt to my head. Lots of blood, but in the end not that big of a wound. The bigger problem may be my knees which also took a nasty hit. That could keep me from running for a while.
When I went back to Bleak House later I could not at all recall what had been going on, not even with the chapter title. But once the narrator mentioned Mrs Bagnet, I remembered all.
This chapter — about Mrs. Bagnet’s birthday party is rather funny. Dickens goes all out to discuss how awful the poultry they have for supper was. Not just badly cooked, but a bad bird to begin with. None of this, of course, has anything at all to do with the plot. I wonder if he was sold a lousy chicken and decided to vent his wrath in the book, so just worked a bad meal into the story right then and there.
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