∗fog so thick it devours justice itself

Fog everywhere.

Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire to…

It is a deadened world, and its growth is sometimes unhealthy for want o…

He has a general opinion that the world might get on without hills but w…

∗Dickens conjures a London so saturated with fog and mud that institutions themselves seem swallowed by decay—here, the parasitic Court of Chancery becomes less a place of justice than a character itself, drowning in its own endless procedures.

A vast novel of institutional rot: the Court of Chancery, fog-bound London, and interconnected lives.