ATDTDA: "Pretty Bleak, Pretty Bleak"† [SPAR]

[Keith]

"When the house was out of sight, I sat, with my bird-cage in the  
straw at my feet, forward on the low seat to look out of the high  
window, watching the frosty trees, that were like beautiful pieces of  
spar, and the fields all smooth and white with last night's snow, and  
the sun, so red but yielding so little heat, and the ice, dark like  
metal where the skaters and sliders had brushed the snow away."

         --Charles Dickens (_Bleak House_, Ch. 3)





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