It was clear; the man was a great communicator and he knew what he wanted:
In 1869, a year before Charles Dickens died, he wrote in his will that he wanted to be remembered for his work alone. No plaques, no statues, “no monument memorial or testimonial whatever” were to be allowed to commemorate the life of one of Britain’s greatest authors.
And now, 140 years later, a few people who believe they know better, wish to erect a statue or two. If they get their way or no, they will, undoubtably, have failed.