Long before the Bacon Craze started on the Interwebs, Dickens seemed to know that peppering his writing with a good salty analogy would really draw in the readers. So at the beginning of Chapter XVII he compares his own writing to nothing else, but that crispy cured pork goodness that we all love.
It is the custom on the stage: in all good, murderous melodramas: to present the tragic and the comic scenes, in as regular alternation, as the layers of red and white in a side of streaky, well-cured bacon.
I’d say that’s sort of how we run this blog. Two parts good meat, one part fat.