Name: Bleak house. By Charles Dickens. (Boz.) With ... illustrations, from designs by Phiz [pseud.] and Cruikshank.
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Michigan Historical Reprint Series

Vol. 2.

Bleak house. By Charles Dickens. (Boz.) With ... illustrations, from designs by Phiz [pseud.] and Cruikshank.

Zeke Taylor

I thought it very touching to see these two women, coarse and shabby and beaten, so united; to see what they could be to one another; to see how they felt for one another; how the heart of each to each was softened by the hard trials of their lives. I think the best side of such people is almost hidden from us. What the poor are to the poor is little known, excepting to themselves and God.

Mr. Jarndyce said that he condoled with him with all his heart, and that he set up no monopoly, himself, in being unjustly treated by this monstrous system.

‘There again!’ said Mr. Gridley, with no diminution of his rage. ‘The system! I am told, on all hands, it’s the system. I mustn’t look to individuals. It’s the system. I mustn’t go into Court, and say, “My Lord, I beg to know this from you — is this right or wrong? Have you the face to tell 

 I have received justice, and therefore am dismissed?” My Lord knows he makes me furious, by being so cool and satisfied — as they all do: for myself at least !-I will accuse the individual workers of that system me I nothing of it. He sits there to administer the system. I mustn't go to Mt. Tulkinghorn, the solicitor in Lincoln's Inn Fields, and Imustn't say to him go to when M hoow they gain by it while I lose, don't I?-I mustn't say to him I will -as they all do; for Lue something out of some one for my ruin, by fair means or foul! He is not responsible. It's the system. But if I do no violence to any of them, LereI may! I don't know what may happen if I am carried beyond against me, face to face, before the great eternal bar!' His passion was fearful. I could not have believed in such rage with- out seeing it. I bave done!' he said, sitting down and wiping his face. 'Mr. larndyce, I have done! I am violent, I know. I ought to know it. I have been in prison for contempt of Court. I have been in prison for threat- ening the solicitor. I have been in this trouble, and that trouble, and shall be again. I am the man from Shropshire, and I sometimes go beyond amusing them--though they have found it amusing, too, to see me committed into custody, and brought up in custody, and all that. It would be better for me, they tell me, if I restrained myself. I tell them, that if I did restrain myself, I should become imbecile. I was a good- enough-tempered man once, I believe. People in my part of the coun- try say they remember me so; but, now, I must have this vent under my sense of injury, or nothing could hold my wits together. "It would be far better for you, Mr. Gridley" the Lord Chancellor told me last week, not to waste your time here, and to stay, usefully employed, down in Shropshire." "My Lord, my Lord. I know it would," said I to him, "and 1t would have been far better for me never to have heard the name of your high office; but, unhappily for me, I can't undo the past, and the past drives me here!"Besides' he added, breaking fiercely out, Tl shame them. To the last, I'll show myself in that Court to its shame. IfI knew when I was goir voice to spe here, and sen feet foremost!"" en I was going to die, and could be carried there, and had a O peak with, I would die there, saying, "You have brought me sent me from here, many and many a time. Now send me out, On- enance had, perhaps for years, become so set in its cOn Hi CApression that it did not soften, even now when he was quet ' he said,

The cross out of reach, as he lives in terrible  conditions, surrounded by Christians

And there he [Jo, very poor, beggar, just told to “move on” by constable, with nowhere to go, given some food] sits, munching and gnawing, and looking up at the great Cross on the summit of St. Paul's Cathedral, glittering above a red and violet-tinted cloud of smoke. From the boy's face one might suppose that sacred emblem to be, in his eyes, the crowning confusion of the great, confused city; so golden, so high up, so far out of his reach. There he sits, the sun going down, the river running fast, the crowd flowing by him in two streams — everything moving on to some purpose and to one end — until he is stirred up, and told to 'move on' too.

Charles Dickens

Bleak House

Sarah Sammis

It's a heavy volume of 1034 pages (that includes the intro and many appendices). 

What is the Bleak House? It is an old mansion, home of John Jarndyce and his three wards: Ester, Ada and Richard. It is also the squalid conditions of Tom's-All-Alone. It is the bleak out come of Jarndyce vs. Jarndyce. It is the Victorian shame of an illegimate child. There are many bleak houses in this book. 

Bleak House carries a warning against the excesses of nuisance suits and the danger of a laissez-faire government which it wraps up in a delightful albeit complex and dense comedic romance of a young woman supposedly orphaned and sent to live with her guardian who is stuck in a generations long lawsuit over an estate. Interestingly, I recently read an American story that obviously borrowed heavily from Bleak House. To anyone who enjoys Bleak House, I recommend The Big Mogul by Joseph C. Lincoln.

Bleak House is a novel by Charles Dickens, published in 20 monthly instalments between March 1852 and September 1853. It is held to be one of Dickens's finest novels, containing one of the most vast, complex and engaging arrays of minor characters and sub-plots in his entire canon. The story is told partly by the novel's heroine, Esther Summerson, and partly by a mostly omniscient narrator. Memorable characters include the menacing lawyer Tulkinghorn, the friendly but depressive John Jarndyce, and the childish and disingenuous Harold Skimpole, as well as the likeable but imprudent Richard Carstone. At the novel's core is long-running litigation in England's Court of Chancery, Jarndyce v Jarndyce, which has far-reaching consequences for all involved. This case revolves around a testator who apparently made several wills. The litigation, which already has taken many years and consumed between £60,000 and £70,000 in court costs, is emblematic of the failure of Chancery. Dickens's assault on the flaws of the British judicial system is based in part on his own experiences as a law clerk, and in part on his experiences as a Chancery litigant seeking to enforce copyright on his earlier books. His harsh characterisation of the slow, arcane Chancery law process gave memorable form to pre-existing widespread frustration with the system. Though Chancery lawyers and judges criticised Dickens's portrait of Chancery as exaggerated and unmerited, his novel helped to spur an ongoing movement that culminated in the enactment of legal reform in the 1870s. In fact, Dickens was writing just as Chancery was reforming itself, with the Six Clerks and Masters mentioned in Chapter One abolished in 1842 and 1852 respectively: the need for further reform was being widely debated.[1] These facts raise an issue as to when Bleak House is actually set. Technically it must be before 1842, and at least some of his readers at the time would have been aware of this. However, there is some question as to whether this timeframe is consistent with the themes of the novel. The English legal historian Sir William Holdsworth set the action in 1827.

Bleak House (Illustrated)

Gabe Cortez

Bruce Erickson

Angela Morais Antunes

Bleak Houseis Dickens's most enigmatic and masterly novel; a savage, blackly comic indictment of a legal system that devours the innocent and a society that is rotten to the core, from upper-class drawing rooms to foggy London slums. As the interminable case of Jarndyce and Jarndyce grinds its way through the courts, it threatens to destroy everyone in its wake, from Ada Clare and Richard Carstone, whose inheritance is gradually consumed by costs, to Esther Summerson, whose parentage is a deepening and scandalous mystery.

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Hannah Swithinbank

Gillian Rose

Terry Eagleton

In the fog of London, lawyers enrich themselves with endless litigation over a dwindling inheritance.

Bleak house. By Charles Dickens. (Boz.) With ... illustrations, from designs by Phiz [pseud.] and Cruikshank. Vol. 2.

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