COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and Gradgrind now walked, was a triumph of fact; it had no greater taint of fancy in it than Mrs. Gradgrind herself. Let us strike the key-note, Coketown, before pursuing our tune.

It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of buildings full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and to-morrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next.

These attributes of Coketown were in the main inseparable from the work by which it was sustained; against them were to be set off, comforts of life which found their way all over the world, and elegancies of life which made, we will not ask how much of the fine lady, who could scarcely bear to hear the place mentioned. The rest of its features were voluntary, and they were these.

You saw nothing in Coketown but what was severely workful. If the members of a religious persuasion built a chapel there - as the members of eighteen religious persuasions had done - they made it a pious warehouse of red brick, with sometimes (but this is only in highly ornamental examples) a bell in a birdcage on the top of it. The solitary exception was the New Church; a stuccoed edifice with a square steeple over the door, terminating in four short pinnacles like florid wooden legs. All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white. The jail might have been the infirmary, the infirmary might have been the jail, the town-hall might have been either, or both, or anything else, for anything that appeared to the contrary in the graces of their construction. Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the lying-in hospital and the cemetery, and what you couldn't state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen.

(extract from Hard Times by C Dickens)

COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and Gradgrind now walked, was a triumph of fact; it had no greater taint of fancy in it than Mrs. Gradgrind herself. Let us strike the key-note, Coketown, before pursuing our tune.

Coketown, verso la quale dirigevano i loro passi Gradgrind e Bounderby, era un trionfo di fatti; non c’era la benché minima traccia di fantasia lì, non più di quanto ce ne fosse nella signora Gradgrind.

Prima di eseguire l’intera melodia, facciamo risuonare la nota dominante: Coketown. 

It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled.

Era una città di mattoni rossi o, meglio, di mattoni che sarebbero stati rossi, se fumo e cenere lo avessero consentito. Così come stavano le cose, era una città di un rosso e di un nero innaturale come la faccia dipinta di un selvaggio; una città piena di macchinari e di alte ciminiere dalle quali uscivano, snodandosi ininterrottamente, senza mai svoltolarsi del tutto, interminabili serpenti di fumo.

It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of buildings full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.

C’era un canale nero e c’era un fiume violaceo per le tinture maleodoranti che vi si riversavano; c’erano vasti agglomerati di edifici pieni di finestre che tintinnavano e tremavano tutto il giorno; a Coketown gli stantuffi delle macchine a vapore si alzavano e si abbassavano con moto regolare e incessante come la testa di un elefante in preda a una follia malinconica.

It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and to-morrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next.

C’erano tante strade larghe, tutte uguali fra loro, e tante strade strette ancora più uguali fra loro; ci abitavano persone altrettanto uguali fra loro, che entravano e uscivano tutte alla stessa ora, facendo lo stesso scalpiccio sul selciato, per svolgere lo stesso lavoro; persone per le quali l’oggi era uguale all’ieri e al domani, e ogni anno era la replica di quello passato e di quello a venire.

These attributes of Coketown were in the main inseparable from the work by which it was sustained; against them were to be set off, comforts of life which found their way all over the world, and elegancies of life which made, we will not ask how much of the fine lady, who could scarcely bear to hear the place mentioned. The rest of its features were voluntary, and they were these. You saw nothing in Coketown but what was severely workful.

Questi attributi di Coketown erano in gran parte inseparabili dall’industria che dava da vivere alla città; su questo sfondo, in contrasto, c’erano gli agi del vivere che si diffondevano in tutto il mondo; c’erano la raffinatezza e la grazia del vivere che contribuivano – non indaghiamo in quale misura – a creare quella gentildonna elegante che storceva il nasino al solo sentir nominare il luogo or ora descritto. Non c’era nulla a Coketown che non stesse a indicare una industriosità indefessa.