Despite having spent a significant portion of my life as a Londoner, I have never been a fan of Dickens. As a youth, I recall finding the language repetitive (an expected outcome when one is paid by the word) and turgid. So, it is with no small degree of surprise that, as I listen to friends and colleagues discussing our industry these days, I hear his paradoxical prose echoing in my head: "It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times. It’s the age of wisdom, it’s the age of foolishness. It’s the season of light, it’s the season of darkness.