Coketown

Quotations on the theme of the fictional town of Coketown, from the Charles Dickens novel Hard Times.

The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of the simoom: and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 2, Chapter 1). The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of the simoom: and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert.

The piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 5). The piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.

All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 5). All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white.

A town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 5). A town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled.

It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 5). It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it.

Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun’s rays.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 2, Chapter 1). Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun’s rays.

Several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 5). Several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another.

The innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in.

Charles Dickens Hard Times Quotations (Book 1, Chapter 10). The innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in.