“Coketown lay shrouded
in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun’s rays. You only
knew the town was there because you knew there could have been no such sulky
blotch upon the prospect without a town. A blur of soot and smoke, now
confusedly tending this way, now that way, now aspiring to the vault of Heaven,
now murkily creeping along the earth, as the wind rose and fell, or changed its
quarter: a dense formless jumble, with sheets of cross light in it, that showed
nothing but masses of darkness—Coketown in the distance was suggestive of
itself, though not a brick of it could be seen” (111).
By saying that Coketown is “shrouded in a haze of its own”, Dickens creates an image of Coketown existing in its own little world. The sun is “impervious” to the town, and time moves at its own pace.
By saying that Coketown is “shrouded in a haze of its own”, Dickens creates an image of Coketown existing in its own little world. The sun is “impervious” to the town, and time moves at its own pace.
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