From that point, it could be years before a decision on the case was reached. Sometimes it took years for cases to even come to trial. As a result, the system became a bureaucratic nightmare. More steps in the justice process meant that there would be more opportunities to collect fees. These fees went directly to the court officials. The litigants were charged fees at every step of the legal process. The Chancery was commonly looked upon as an ineffective, expensive and technically difficult system. However, the Chancery became as bad as the system it replaced. This was thought to be an improvement over trying this type of case in the Courts of Common Law. In other words, each case was to be considered on its own merits. Each case was to be decided on the principles of Equity. The Chancery handled items like property disputes. The other court system was the Court of Chancery. The outcome of the trial was based on principles of common law. Courts of Common Law dealt with crimes like murder or theft wherein someone was accused and tried. In Dickens’s time, there were two main types of courts.
Theme of Bleak Houseīleak House dramatizes the flaws in the British Court of Chancery.
However, despite the fact that a Bleak House inquest “proved” that people can spontaneously combust, this idea is not taken seriously today. Spontaneous combustion was a good literary device to demonstrate that passionate forces can lie within us. In the book, Krook’s death was investigated and authorities on spontaneous combustion were cited to prove that the phenomena really did exist. Dickens responded by writing a coroner’s inquest into the next segment of Bleak House. George Henry Lewes, a writer for the Leader, complained in his February 1853 column that people just didn’t suddenly burst into flame. The unfortunate character to meet this fate is Krook, the brother of Mrs. In Bleak House a character dies via an unusual method - spontaneous combustion. Here is a small burnt patch of flooring here is the tinder from a little bundle of burnt paper, but not so light as usual, seeming to be steeped in something and here is-is it the cinder of a small charred and broken log of wood sprinkled with white ashes, or is it coal? Oh, horror, he IS here! And this from which we run away, striking out the light and overturning one another into the street, is all that represents him.
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