17 / Oliver Twist

I have to confess that one of my favorite pleasures is – and it has ever been from my early years- to listen to someone who read aloud a book, specially,  while I am in bed or reclined in a sofa. In this case, the one who read is a cold machine but, you know, in this rushed times, persuading some human reader to do this for you became quite hard. So, I (and you) can resign myself with the following thing:

And now the corny and sickly sweet but delighlful Oliver that everybody knows