Two cities

It was the best of times and the worst of times; It was the year of wisdom, but it was also the year of folly; It was a time of faith and a time of doubt; It was the season of light and the season of darkness; It was a spring of hope and a winter of disappointment.
A new order arises from the destruction of the old order, a new world is created from the corpse of the old world. The age, the lost age. It seemed as if the sun were breaking through the darkness, but when day came, there was a dead face in the air. Then the night and the moon and the stars turned pale and died. For a while, there was nothing but death in the world. Human nature was so twisted and twisted in those conditions that everything seemed to go mad and out of control. Everyone is contradictory to live, desperate to live. Like duckweed, like dust, like stars. At dawn in Paris, the sun did not come from the sky, but from the earth. The morning sun and the setting sun redden Paris. Anger, despair, and cries echoed. Are people crazy? I wonder how many more miss guillotine? How high is the gallows?
Carton, shortly before his death, seemed to think he had found it. I am the resurrection, and I am the life; he that believeth in me, though he be dead, yet shall he live; Whoever lives and believes in me will live forever.