Moved on to Hard Times. Excellent, as usual, however I do wish Dickens had not so often tried to write in authentic dialect for the characters. In Nicholas Nickelby, just finished recently, he has a Yorkshireman talking, and I swear, it's hard to figure out what the guy is saying. This is bad enough if you're just reading it for yourself, but in my case, where I'm trying to read it, then translate it in my head and then read out an understandable version for my sister, it's doubly hard. When he does it with lisps and such it's really annoying too. He has a character in Hard Times - which is set in the fictional town of Coketown, but I would hazard is meant to represent Sheffield or Newcastle, one of the northern mining/steel towns - who speaks in that dialect and honestly, half the time it's impossible almost to know what the man is saying. To paraphrase Zaphod Beeblebrox: ten out of ten for authenticity but minus several million for readability!