It is strange with how little notice, good, bad or indifferent, a man may live & die in London … he cannot be said to be forgotten when he dies, for no one remembered him when he was alive
Charles Dickens: Sketches By Boz
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Remember me when I am dead
The first person who takes notice is the sexton who buries them, buries them in oblivion too.For they do but fill up the number of the dead in the statistics and we shall never hear their names till we read them in the Book of Life with our own. [7]
It is strange with how little notice, good, bad or indifferent, a man may live & die in London … he cannot be said to be forgotten when he dies, for no one remembered him when he was alive
It is strange with how little notice, good, bad or indifferent, a man may live & die in London … he cannot be said to be forgotten when he dies, for no one remembered him when he was alive
