I’ve just checked. The level of humidity in my city is 84 percent. It’s July and the area is experiencing the monsoon rains. The muggy weather has made the job of breathing difficult.In the midst of all these conditions, I’ve finished reading my book.
“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…”
It’s been more than two days that I have finished the book, and I’m still hearing the echo of these words.
The feelings of love, hatred, vengeance and sacrifice are present in the novel. Written against the backdrop of “French Revolution”, the novel beautifully narrates the story of human suffering.
I admire the character of “Dr. Manette”. The feelings of pathos arose for “Charles Draney” but my heart ached for “Sydney Carton”. The tragic hero of the novel stands tall and brilliant.
This is the story of love and hatred. The lovely heart of “Lucie” nourished the withered heart of her father.
“A tale of two cities” is all about “Resurrection”. In the beginning the doctor was “Called to Life”. Charles Darnay was resurrected more than thrice and finally the heart touching sacrifice of “Sydney Carton” which resurrected him in the end.
Sydney Carton, a wastrel fellow was an ordinary man. There is nothing about him which admires us in the beginning but in the end he simply outshined others.
“A tale of two Cities” is a story of horror and bloodshed. And, in the midst of this bloody revolution, the good characters emerge. For, the selfless doctor and the pure hearts of Lucie and Carton give us hope.
“Liberty, Equality and Fraternity” is the national motto of France and it finds its origin in “French Revolution”. The difference between haves and have not was wide. The aristocracy was enjoying and the ordinary man was suffering.
Thus, “seething cauldron” of hatred gave rise to horror and bloodshed in France. And, I’m of the view that bloodshed and mob violence would never bring heaven on earth.
Do you agree? What really inspires you about this novel?