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Hard Times - ebook
Hard Times - ebook
This is one of the most uplifting of Dickens’s novels. This book is certainly different from all the other books by Charles Dickens as it has no particular central character. Well all the other novels by Dickens have a strong connection with London but this story depicts Coketown and Coketown only, a typical red-brick industrial city of the north. Hard Times is a very tragic and wonderfully described story of human oppression. Dickens’s brilliant use of characterization can be seen in high form here and as always, his naming of his story’s populace is entertaining by itself.
Kategoria: | Powieść |
Język: | Angielski |
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ISBN: | 978-83-8115-163-4 |
Rozmiar pliku: | 2,4 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
BOOK THE FIRST. SOWING
CHAPTER I. THE ONE THING NEEDFUL
CHAPTER II. MURDERING THE INNOCENTS
CHAPTER III. A LOOPHOLE
CHAPTER IV. MR. BOUNDERBY
CHAPTER V. THE KEYNOTE
CHAPTER VI. SLEARY’S HORSEMANSHIP
CHAPTER VII. MRS. SPARSIT
CHAPTER VIII. NEVER WONDER
CHAPTER IX. SISSY’S PROGRESS
CHAPTER X. STEPHEN BLACKPOOL
CHAPTER XI. NO WAY OUT
CHAPTER XII. THE OLD WOMAN
CHAPTER XIII. RACHAEL
CHAPTER XIV. THE GREAT MANUFACTURER
CHAPTER XV. FATHER AND DAUGHTER
CHAPTER XVI. HUSBAND AND WIFE
BOOK THE SECOND. REAPING
CHAPTER I. EFFECTS IN THE BANK
CHAPTER II. MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE
CHAPTER III. THE WHELP
CHAPTER IV. MEN AND BROTHERS
CHAPTER V. MEN AND MASTERS
CHAPTER VI. FADING AWAY
CHAPTER VII. GUNPOWDER
CHAPTER VIII. EXPLOSION
CHAPTER IX. HEARING THE LAST OF IT
CHAPTER X. MRS. SPARSIT’S STAIRCASE
CHAPTER XI. LOWER AND LOWER
CHAPTER XII. DOWN
BOOK THE THIRD. GARNERING
CHAPTER I. ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL
CHAPTER II. VERY RIDICULOUS
CHAPTER III. VERY DECIDED
CHAPTER IV. LOST
CHAPTER V. FOUND
CHAPTER VI. THE STARLIGHT
CHAPTER VII. WHELP-HUNTING
CHAPTER VIII. PHILOSOPHICAL
CHAPTER IX. FINALCHAPTER I
THE ONE THING NEEDFUL
‘Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!’
The scene was a plain, bare, monotonous vault of a school-room, and the speaker’s square forefinger emphasized his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on the schoolmaster’s sleeve. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s square wall of a forehead, which had his eyebrows for its base, while his eyes found commodious cellarage in two dark caves, overshadowed by the wall. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s mouth, which was wide, thin, and hard set. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s voice, which was inflexible, dry, and dictatorial. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside. The speaker’s obstinate carriage, square coat, square legs, square shoulders,–nay, his very neckcloth, trained to take him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp, like a stubborn fact, as it was,–all helped the emphasis.
‘In this life, we want nothing but Facts, sir; nothing but Facts!’
The speaker, and the schoolmaster, and the third grown person present, all backed a little, and swept with their eyes the inclined plane of little vessels then and there arranged in order, ready to have imperial gallons of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim.