We’re all going . . .

Reading The Old Curiousity Shop by Charles Dickens and I’d like to share an excerpt from Chapter the Fortieth:

“He had already had a misgiving that the inconstant actors in that dazzling vision had been doing the same thing the night before last, and would do it again that night, and the next, and for weeks and months, though he would not be there. Such is the difference between yesterday and today. We are all going to the play, or coming home from it.