David Copperfield: Contrast of Summer and Winter


Paragraphs can be so telling. Here, I'm going to compare two passages from David Copperfield that made their way into my reading journal because of their devastating depth. Here is the first: When my mother is out of breath and rests herself in an elbow-chair, I watch her winding her bright curls round her fingers … Continue reading David Copperfield: Contrast of Summer and Winter