I'm a day late, but it's well-meant...
Well-wishers in Great Britain and elsewhere celebrated the 200th anniversary of Charles Dickens' birth yesterday, with parties and services and all sorts of pomp and circumstance.
Which, being a private man, he would have absolutely hated.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Dickens. You and your books changed my life.
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