Like Hazel I find ‘no spoilers’ a drag but now we can see where we are going and have some idea what the story is about.
I have just returned from a morning walk with dear Mrs. B. who had turned right at a path I would normally avoid. It led us down to a busy trunk road with a narrow path between a verge and a hedge. With the lady in front we ambled along until with a joyful squeak she leaned into the bushes and began to laugh.
“I haven’t done this since I was a child.” she said, whilst popping small white globes hanging in bundles from some shrubs in the hedge.
Over the next fifty yards our advance was slow as she popped, popped and laughed with sparkling eyes. Myself?
My thoughts went back to other autumns when gangs of us would cut pipes from hogweed and ‘pluff’ out haws at one another then run through woods kicking up great showers of leaves.
When the hedgerow of snow white globes ran out we almost skipped back home.
At some time, like Mr. Lorry, we all turn back to a life long past, and wonder at our return to the beginning to resurrect some distant part of our being.
Resurrection of one kind or another is this week’s theme. While Carton pens his sheep, Lorry queries Jerry about his past as a resurrection man and finds himself stymied by Jerry’s reply. Carton we find has a past once full of promise which he seems to regret – “[…] my young way was never the way to age.” and he ruminates about it as he paces the night with the opening of the order of burial service ringing through his head just as Lorry was stuck with the refrain “Buried how long?” “Almost eighteen years.” as he travelled through dark night at the beginning of the Tale.
Lorry’s journey ended with the resurrection of Manette. Can we take it that Sydney’s tramp will end in the resurrection of Darnay? With chemicals in his pocket and a one time chance to meet with Lucie’s husband in prison just what is he up to? Saltpetre, sulphur and charcoal would be enough to blow a hole in a wall if tamped down by something like a heavy riding coat but that seems a bit trite.
Whatever it is that he is going to do he is doing it for Lucie and must be something to do with resurrection and light rather that burial and darkness which appear to be the themes of the story. Whatever happens I’m clenching teeth to resist reading on.
Dickens would be pleased.