The following edited passage is taken from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. The novel takes place before and after the French Revolution and the passage introduces the first paragraphs of the novel, setting the stage for future events.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
5 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,
10 it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the
15 period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
20 There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it
25 was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.
It was the year one thousand seven
30 hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favored period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five- and-twentieth blessed birthday, of
35 whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and
40 Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of
years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality)
45 rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved
50 more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
France, less favored on the whole as to
55 matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of those who ruled her, she
60 entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements that were nothing but humane, sentencing a youth to his utter demise because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honor to a traitor
65 which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer
70 was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely
75 enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed
80 about by cows, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly,
85 work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be disloyal and traitorous.