One of the best unedited books ever written if you ignore the somewhat outdated and overbearing socialist tracts? Or is it sub-Dickensian whimsy that was printed by chance? I personally love this book and think the characterisations, phrasing and general use of language is unsurpassed, considering the book's origin. As I said it suffers in parts and the ending somewhat mawkish and needless but really, can you think of a better book to read on a long journey or on a bracingly cold evening in front of the fire?
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