"Do you spell it with a "V" or a "W"?' inquired the judge. 'That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord'"
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Dickens turns a courtroom into a comedy of linguistic power plays, where the “judge” can’t even get a straight answer about a letter. The exchange looks like a throwaway gag, but it’s a precision instrument: it mocks institutions that pretend to administer truth while tripping over the basics of meaning. The judge’s question carries the smug assumption that spelling is fixed, proper, policed. The reply - “taste and fancy” - isn’t just evasive; it’s a small rebellion that exposes how arbitrary “correctness” can be when filtered through class and authority.
The wit lands because it reverses the hierarchy. A judge, emblem of certainty, is reduced to pedantry. The speaker, presumably socially inferior, answers with a politely phrased chaos: if spelling is a matter of personal preference, then the legal system’s obsession with exact wording starts to look less like rigor and more like theater. Dickens loved this pressure point. In his world, bureaucracies weaponize language - forms, titles, procedures - to keep people in their place, while the actual business of justice gets lost in the paperwork.
Contextually, the line sits inside a 19th-century England where literacy, accent, and “proper” usage were markers of status. Dickens, who knew social climbing and its humiliations firsthand, uses one vowel-ish squabble to reveal a bigger truth: the law’s authority often depends on performance, not wisdom. The joke isn’t that spelling is flexible; it’s that power insists it’s not, right up until it can’t maintain the illusion.
The wit lands because it reverses the hierarchy. A judge, emblem of certainty, is reduced to pedantry. The speaker, presumably socially inferior, answers with a politely phrased chaos: if spelling is a matter of personal preference, then the legal system’s obsession with exact wording starts to look less like rigor and more like theater. Dickens loved this pressure point. In his world, bureaucracies weaponize language - forms, titles, procedures - to keep people in their place, while the actual business of justice gets lost in the paperwork.
Contextually, the line sits inside a 19th-century England where literacy, accent, and “proper” usage were markers of status. Dickens, who knew social climbing and its humiliations firsthand, uses one vowel-ish squabble to reveal a bigger truth: the law’s authority often depends on performance, not wisdom. The joke isn’t that spelling is flexible; it’s that power insists it’s not, right up until it can’t maintain the illusion.
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