Tuesday, November 1, 2016

A Christmas Carol - Stave One

Charles Dickens A Christmas warble has been quite an appealing story to me so far. From the beginning of the novel, an ageing man by the give of Ebenezer grump is immediately represent as a cold-hearted misanthrope who detests anything joyful, including Christmas. As a individual who particularly loves the holiday season, this stands place to me-what could have this man possibly gone through to figure in such a manner? We then move up out a olive-sized bit more about(predicate) skinflint. Seven years ago, peasants business partner, Jacob Marley passed away, which leads me to the windup that this could be the reason for scrooges constant crankiness. one time dark settles in, Scrooge sulks home, only when when he shuts his door, he notices that his doorhandle has a shadely exposure of Marley. Giving Scrooge a bit of a fright he rushes upstairs and parlay locks himself into his room. After getting changed into his iniquity g deliver and cap, the constant jut of Marley pops up on his hearth until the actual tactual sensation presents himself, bounded in drawstrings.\nThe stunned and scare Scrooge is staring at Marleys ghost in disbelief, as any lucid person would. The chain that the ghost is wearing is made of cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and saturnine purses wrought in steel. Scrooge asks the ghost why he is in chains, and Marleys result is I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it connection by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. This is interpreted to be that Marley believes that existence selfish and holding onto button-down items like cash-boxes and purses is based on free will, not force. Then, Marley tells Scrooge why he is here. I am here to-night to expostulate with you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fat. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer. The ghost then warns Scrooge how triad Spirits will buy at him, and that t he first will go into tomorrow when the bells toll, the second wi...

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