The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep

by H.G. Parry

It was simply what he was. He had come into the world trailing dreams and stories and improbabilities, and I knew he would come into my city doing the same.

“Estella tells Pip to put him out of her thoughts. And he says, ‘Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here.’ He goes on, but it begins with reading. He knew, didn’t he, Dickens? The way we imbue words with our own desires.”

And… you know when you read a book, sometimes, and you suddenly realize that you’ve been missing something your whole life, and you weren’t even aware, and all at once you’ve found it and are just a little bit more whole?”

“He was not thinking, Mr. Sutherland,” Dickens said. “He was dreaming. Dreams, after all, are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality

Kind people don’t make things happen. They try to prevent bad things from happening, and they fail, and they live in fear of that failure. So do those under their protection.