A foggy history

Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ‘prentice boy on deck.

Charles Dickens. Bleak House

I came across this article in the Guardian the other day titled “Dickens exhibition to look at role of London fog in life and writings.”

. It deals with the role of fog, the ...