Below the photo, you will find a delicious rant that Charles Dickens saw fit to crowbar into his great novel NICHOLAS NICKLEBY for no plausible reason -- beyond his own fury at the relentless piracy of his work in an era when English law did not protect an author's copyright. NICKLEBY, printed in installments, had been the subject of unauthorized stage adaptations hastily assembled by hack writers, even before Dickens had written the last chapter. In this passage, the real author takes his revenge.
My kind of book. My kind of writer. Dickens wants to talk about the loathsome parasites who steal his stuff. Shakespeare wants to talk about the competition his troupe is getting from rival companies of children actors. Hugo wants to talk about the battle of Waterloo. Deal with it.
Take that, Richard Turpin.
(This material is now in the public domain. If it weren't, I would pay Mr. Dickens the royalty due him.)