英語の和訳お願いします。
''It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
The Victorian age was one of soaring ambition, technological wonder, and awesome grandeur, as well as ugliness, and
misery on an unprecended scale.
The Victorians knew life was changing faster than ever before, and they recorded that change in paintings that were the
cinema of their day.
These paintings aren't fashionable, and they don't generally change hands for millions of pounds in auction rooms, but
to me they're a gold mine, they show us like nothing else what it was like to live in those incredible times, and they
tell amazing stories.
The most dramatic story of the age was the explosion of giant cities.
To our Victorian forefathers they were a terrific shock.
When Queen Victoria came to the throne, people were at best uneasy at, and at worst utterly terrified by these vast
gatherings of humanity.
Nothing like them had existed before.
But by the time she died, the men and women of the age had pioneered an entirely new way of living: they had invented
the modern city.
At the dawn of the 19th century, Britain was on the move.
Rumours had reached even the remotest villages and hamlets of incredible developments just over the horizon.
Towns bigger than anyone could imagine, astouding new machines, and money to be made for those ready to take the
risk.
My own great-great-great-grandfather was in that tide of humanity that left the land in search of a better life.
He, his wife and four of their children travelled to the industrial north by barge.
They didn't really know what they'd find here, but they did know what they were leaving behind, and whatever they were
to find here, it was better than begging for handouts or going hungry.
