Bleak House by Charles Dickens is exactly what its name promises: the novel read aloud, one chapter to an episode, from a LibriVox recording that the opening announcement places in the public domain. Chapters 1 and 4 credit the recording to Mill Nicholson. Episodes begin with the chapter heading and close on the words 'End of chapter', so the book's own divisions set the shape of each one. Two voices carry the story. The first is a narrator outside the action, who opens the book on a London of implacable November weather, with as much mud in the streets as if the waters had only just drained away and soot falling in flakes as big as snowflakes. This is prose that pictures a megalosaurus waddling up the hill and doesn't blink. That narrator is unsparing about the Court of Chancery. A little mad old woman attends every sitting, clutching a reticule of papers she calls her documents, mostly paper matches and dry lavender. A ruined suitor from Shropshire keeps trying to address the Chancellor at the end of the day's business, and the chapter closes wishing the court's injustice could be locked up and burnt away. The same voice then turns to the world of fashion, finds it not so unlike Chancery since both live on precedent and usage, and watches a lady up from Lincolnshire swoon in front of the lawyer Mr. Tulkinghorn. The second voice belongs to Esther Summerson. She starts by saying she knows she is not clever, remembers telling her secrets to a doll, and recalls a parting kiss from Mrs. Rachel as cold as a thaw-drop. Her chapters give up the wide view for close, domestic detail. At Mrs. Jellyby's, under the chapter heading 'Telescopic Philanthropy', the household dines at all hours while its mistress keeps her fine eyes fixed on Africa and a small boy called Peepy turns up bruised and dirty. A morning walk leads to a shop whose owner is nicknamed the Lord Chancellor and keeps three sacks of ladies' hair below; Richard rebukes him for handling Ada's. Small comic touches break through the gloom, as when the Jellyby children climb onto the back of the departing carriage and fall off. Then the road runs west out of the city, past windmills, rickyards and horse-troughs, to a house where Esther is handed the housekeeping keys and meets Mr. Skimpole, a little bright creature with a rather large head and a sweet voice. There are two good places to start. Chapter 1 shows the mud and the court at their fullest; Chapter 3 is where Esther first speaks for herself. Chapter 6 closes on a small, telling moment: she shakes her basket of keys until they sound like little bells and sends herself to bed with 'Esther, Esther, Esther, duty, my dear.'