O retrato que Dickens faz do lado negro da sociedade britânica consegue ser bastante angustiante. Por vezes senti-me bastante tocada pelos infortúnios do pequeno Oliver, que apesar de tão novinho teve de passar por tanta coisa e lidar com tanta gente sem escrúpulos.
” Thus encouraged, Oliver tapped at the study door. On Mr. Brownlow calling to him to come in, he found himself back room, quite full of books: with a window, looking into some pleasant little gardens. There was a table drawn up before the window, at which Mr. Brownlow was seating reading. When he saw Oliver, he pushed the book away from him, and told him to come near the table, and sit down. Oliver complied; marvelling where the people could be found to read such a great number of books as seemed to be written to make the world wiser. Which is still a marvel to more experienced people than Oliver Twist, every day of their lives.”