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Slow going

Can’t wait to start this Dickens Christmas book. Just finished The Battle of Life. So far, it’s reading a lot like a Poe story.

seriously how many times can he write 30 pages about a poor family eating dinner like how did he not get bored

hate dickens so bad

An awful survey, in a lonely and remote part of an empty old pile of building, on a winter night, with the loud wind going by upon its journey of mystery—whence or whither, no man knowing since the world began—and the stars, in unimaginable millions, glittering through it, from eternal space, where the world’s bulk is as a grain, and its hoary age is infancy.

EVERYBODY said so.
Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is,often,as likely to be wrong as right

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Better be called ever so far out of your name,if it’s done in real liking, than have it made ever so much of,and not cared about

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More figures in the lengthening sum of recollection that we work and work at to our torment, till Death idly jumbles all together, and rubs all out

Another slow but short Dickensonians group read. The 5th of Dickens' Christmas stories.

Don't care for this book at all. It's just weird.

“Lord keep my Memory green.”

“I am infected! I am infectious! I am charged with poison for my own mind, and the minds of all mankind. Where I felt interest, compassion, sympathy, I am turning into stone. Selfishness and ingratitude spring up in my blighting footsteps. I am only so much less base than the wretches whom I make so, that in the moment of their transformation I can hate them.”

“The past is past. It dies like the brutes.”

“I see you in the fire, and hear you in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night.”

“The dread word, Ghost, recalls me.”

Estoy decidida a ponerle fin a mi tormento. Este año regreso el libro de los cuentos de navidad de Dickens al librero si o si. Ya solo me falta este: The Hunted Man

Chapter 3: Thought-provoking.

Chapter 2: I won't deny that this chapter was disturbing. Not really because of the existence of the evil spirit as it is because of human nature's cruelty. Dickens rescues elements of fantastic realism, but the Victorian era's misery that Christmas hides serve as the central protagonist.

Chapter 1: Redlaw is haunted by memories of grief and injustice. When an evil spirit tempts him to believe these memories are cursed, he bargains to forget them. Apparently, the fifth book in the series seems darker than the previous ones. I'm enjoying it for now.

Well written, thoughtful but challenging with all of the sad, disheartened people involved. There is a happy ending.

Written prior to A Christmas carol. I'm not far enough along to really say much about it. Sweeping prose, of course

40/104 pp (per Gutenberg pagination)

Beginning of part 2: "The Gift Diffused".

Another (briefish) Christmas tale from Dickens, not one of his better-known ones ("A Fancy for Christmas-Time") in three parts, and good so far...

Chapter Three: The Gift Reversed

Chapter Two: The Gift Diffused

Chapter One: The Gift Bestowed

Yet Johnny was verily persuaded that it was a faultless baby, without its peer in the realm of England, and was quite content to catch meek glimpses of things in general from behind its skirts, or over its limp flapping bonnet, and to go staggering about with it like a very little porter with a very large parcel, which was not directed to anybody, and could never be delivered anywhere.

Daqueles ditos Grandes Autores, este livro é dos poucos em que a escrita estraga toda a história que, diga-se, também é quase inexistente. Talvez esta explicação seja o espelho do contexto; Dickens estava a ser pago por palavra, pelo que se nota o seu desleixo na história e redundâncias de diálogos ou as próprias explicações e descrições vãs.

Subtitled "A fancy for Christmas Time". A Christmas ghost story--a good way to give Dickens another try.

'Give me back myself!' exclaimed Redlaw like a madman. 'I am infected!  I am infectious! I am charged with poison for my own mind, and the minds of all mankind. Where I felt interest, compassion, sympathy, I am turning into stone.'