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A Tale of Two Cities

IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of
times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age
of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season
of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was
the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair, we had everything before us, we had
nothing before us, we were all going direct to
Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-
in short, the period was so far like the present
period, that some of its noisiest authorities
insisted on its being received, for good or for
evil, in the superlative degree of comparison
only.



There were a king with a large jaw and a queen
with a plain face, on the throne of England;
there were a king with a large jaw and a queen
with a fair face, on the throne of France. In
both countries it was clearer than crystal to