“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, 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, it was the winter of despair.” A grammatical nightmare. Repetitive, wordy, smug. I imagine Dickens reading this aloud for the sheer pleasure of his own voice. But! It’s still a brilliant opening sentence. There’s something right about the dialectics of it all. Opposites are bound together in a single, messy run-on sentence, just as opposites are bound together in a single, bloody history of the French revolution. It’s not easy to redeem 10 run-on sentences, but if anyone’s got the talent for it, Dickens does. Well done, old boy.