Dickens Ski Prose: The Best and Worst of Lines

Today marks the anniversary of Charles Dickens' epic, A Tale of Two Cities, so here's a poem to honor the legend

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The best of lines followed by the best of tumbles. PHOTO: Gabe Rogel

Editor’s Note: Neil Stebbins was the editor of POWDER from 1975 to 1986. He enjoys fiction and short stories while also bribing the POWDER staff by buying delicious burritos.

WORDS: Neil Stebbins

It was the best of lines, it was the worst of lines,
It was a day for wisdom, it was a day for folly,
It was surprising to behold, it was totally unexpected,
It had been the season of rocks, it had been the season of ice,
It was the spring of hope after a winter of despair,
We had everything before us, we had nothing above us,
We were all going to ski like gods, we were all going to the bar thereafter
In short, that spring was so far unlike the present spring, that even the oldest authorities insisted on its being Remembered, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.