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1、A Christmas Carol by Charles DickensStave OneMarleys GhostMarley 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 Scrooges name was good upon Change for any
2、thing he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.Mind! I dont mean to say that I know of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wi
3、sdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the countrys done for. You will, therefore, permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail.Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were par
4、tners for I dont know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of
5、the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain.The mention of Marleys funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly co
6、nvinced that Hamlets father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in a breezy spot say St Pauls Churchyard, for instance literally to astonish his sons weak mind.Scrooge neve
7、r painted out Old Marleys name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door: Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. It was all the same to him.Oh! b
8、ut he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his o
9、ld features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced
10、 his office in the dog-days, and didnt thaw it one degree at Christmas.External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to ent
11、reaty. Foul weather didnt know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often came down handsomely, and Scrooge never did.Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with gladsome looks, My dear Scrooge, how
12、 are you? When will you come to see me? No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him what it was oclock, no man or woman ever once in all his life enquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge. Even the blind mens dogs appeared to know him; and, when they saw him coming
13、on, would tug their owners into doorways and up courts; and then would wag their tails as though they said, No eye at all is better than an evil eye, dark master!But what did Scrooge care? It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life, warning all human sympathy to
14、keep its distance, was what the knowing ones call nuts to Scrooge.Once upon a time of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather; foggy withal; and he could hear the people in the court outside go wheezing up and dow
15、n, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. The City clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already it had not been light all day and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like ruddy smears upon
16、the palpable brown air. The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole, and was so dense without, that, although the court was of the narrowest, the houses opposite were mere phantoms. To see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscuring everything, one might have thought that nature lived hard
17、by, and was brewing on a large scale.The door of Scrooges counting-house was open, that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters. Scrooge had a very small fire, but the clerks fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one c
18、oal. But he couldnt replenish it, for Scrooge kept the coal-box in his own room; and so surely as the clerk came in with the shovel, the master predicted that it would be necessary for them to part. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which eff
19、ort, not being a man of strong imagination, he failed.A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you! cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooges nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.Bah! said Scrooge. Humbug!He had so heated himself with ra
20、pid walking in the fog and frost, this nephew of Scrooges, that he was all in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes sparkled, and his breath smoked again.Christmas a humbug, uncle! said Scrooges nephew. You dont mean that, I am sure?I do, said Scrooge. Merry Christmas! What right have yo
21、u to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? Youre poor enough.Come, then, returned the nephew gaily. What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? Youre rich enough.Scrooge, having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said, Bah! again; and followed it up with
22、 Humbug!Dont be cross, uncle! said the nephew.What else can I be, returned the uncle, when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! Out upon merry Christmas! Whats Christmastime to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an ho
23、ur richer; a time for balancing your books, and having every item in em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will, said Scrooge indignantly, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a
24、stake of holly through his heart. He should!Uncle! pleaded the nephew.Nephew! returned the uncle sternly, keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.Keep it! repeated Scrooges nephew. But you dont keep it.Let me leave it alone, then, said Scrooge. Much good may it do you! Much good i
25、t has ever done you!There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say, returned the nephew; Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and o
26、rigin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they
27、really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!The clerk in the tank involunta
28、rily applauded. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark for ever.Let me hear another sound from you, said Scrooge, and youll keep your Christmas by losing your situation! Youre quite a powerful speaker, sir, he added, turning to his
29、nephew. I wonder you dont go into Parliament.Dont be angry, uncle. Come! Dine with us tomorrow.Scrooge said that he would see him Yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first.But why? cried Scrooges nephew. Why?Why did you get
30、 married? said Scrooge.Because I fell in love.Because you fell in love! growled Scrooge, as if that were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas. Good-afternoon!Nay, uncle, but you never came to see me before that happened. Why give it as a reason for not coming now?Go
31、od-afternoon, said Scrooge.I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why cannot we be friends?Good-afternoon! said Scrooge.I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. We have never had any quarrel to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and Il
32、l keep my Christmas humour to the last. So A Merry Christmas, uncle!Good-afternoon, said Scrooge.And a Happy New Year!Good-afternoon! said Scrooge.His nephew left the room without an angry word, notwithstanding. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the greetings of the season on the clerk, who, co
33、ld as he was, was warmer than Scrooge; for he returned them cordially.Theres another fellow, muttered Scrooge, who overheard him: my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a wife and family, talking about a merry Christmas. Ill retire to Bedlam.This lunatic, in letting Scrooges nephew out, had le
34、t two other people in. They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooges office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to him.Scrooge and Marleys, I believe, said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. Have I the pleasure of addressin
35、g Mr Scrooge, or Mr Marley?Mr Marley has been dead these seven years, Scrooge replied. He died seven years ago, this very night.We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner, said the gentleman, presenting his credentials.It certainly was; for they had been two kindred
36、 spirits. At the ominous word liberality Scrooge frowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials back.At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge, said the gentleman, taking up a pen, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, w
37、ho suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.Are there no prisons? asked Scrooge.Plenty of prisons, said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.And the Union workhouses? demanded Scrooge. Are they
38、 still in operation?They are. Still, returned the gentleman, I wish I could say they were not.The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then? said Scrooge.Both very busy, sir.Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course, said
39、 Scrooge. I am very glad to hear it.Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude, returned the gentleman, a few of us are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink, and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a ti
40、me, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?Nothing! Scrooge replied.You wish to be anonymous?I wish to be left alone, said Scrooge. Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I dont make merry myself at Christmas, and I cant af
41、ford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned they cost enough: and those who are badly off must go there.Many cant go there; and many would rather die.If they would rather die, said Scrooge, they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population. Besides
42、excuse me I dont know that.But you might know it, observed the gentleman.Its not my business, Scrooge returned. Its enough for a man to understand his own business, and not to interfere with other peoples. Mine occupies me constantly. Good-afternoon, gentlemen!Seeing clearly that it would be useless
43、 to pursue their point, the gentlemen withdrew. Scrooge resumed his labours with an improved opinion of himself, and in a more facetious temper than was usual with him.Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so, that people ran about with flaring links, proffering their services to go before horses
44、 in carriages, and conduct them on their way. The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slily down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards, as if its teeth were
45、 chattering in its frozen head up there. The cold became intense. In the main street, at the corner of the court, some labourers were repairing the gas-pipes, and had lighted a great fire in a brazier, round which a party of ragged men and boys were gathered: warming their hands and winking their ey
46、es before the blaze in rapture. The water-plug being left in solitude, its overflowings suddenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic ice. The brightness of the shops, where holly springs and berries crackled in the lamp heat of the windows, made pale faces ruddy as they passed. Poulterers and groc
47、ers trades became a splendid joke: a glorious pageant, with which it was next to impossible to believe that such dull principles as bargain and sale had anything to do. The Lord Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty Mansion House, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lo
48、rd Mayors household should; and even the little tailor, whom he had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and bloodthirsty in the streets, stirred up tomorrows pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and the baby sallied out to buy the beef.Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting cold. If the good St Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirits nose with a touch of such weather as that, instead of using his familiar weapons, then indeed he would have roared to lusty purpose. The owner o