On this day in 1843, a most blessed event took place. What was to become arguably the most successful (and best-written) self-published book rolled off the presses.
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
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Published on December 19, 2012 08:16