Times spent amongst the indigents, and crawling half-starved paupers of the London outcasts left foul tastes in my mouth to say nothing of the smells that lingered in the nose. A morning stroll along Coppice Row, west of Piercing Hill, one might find those well adorned and lavish fat folk of the London aristocracy, in route to whatever well-to-do business of the day needed tending. However, amongst the more inconspicuous shadows beneath the dreary windowsills of workhouses, shadows huddled in corners leaned near lifeless against anemic gray stone walls. You’d see them there, day after day longing for some warmth or consolation of their extreme misery. Human only in name for their humanity was gone. They were victims of both vice and circumstance brought upon the steps of the London workhouses, thusly reduced to that degree of desolation and wretchedness that dwindles and steals even the energy to beg. Thereupon that waning, godless existence, they fell through the cracks of social order to be cast among an ever-growing mire of unwanted things.
J. M. Kraynak - if that’s the goal of the project, you’ve certainly accomplished it! It’s impressive and a brave thing to achieve. So hats off to you! Some other questions to consider: who is your target audience? Are you seeking readers who enjoy period pieces that are written as if they were composed during that time period? If so, stay the course. If you’re looking for a wider reading audience to appreciate the period, I’d consider a reassessment of the scope of the project in terms of writing style. As its creator, which is more important: capturing the language of the time period or the story you’re trying to tell which just happens to be set during that time period? Language may lead to authenticity but at the expense of reader retention and comprehension. There are creative ways to set your story within the time period beyond the verbose use of language Best of luck with the project!
W.D.Wilcox - Oh we have to afford ourselves a bit of self-deprecation from time to time. Personally, I love both of those writers, I'm a slave to the classics.
'Tis a long and ponderous chain you are making, Scrooge.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil’d or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
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