A Christmas Carol

Extract: MARLEY’S GHOST. 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. Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t 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 the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley’s 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 convinced that Hamlet’s 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 any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot-say Saint Paul’s Churchyard for instance-literally to astonish his son’s weak mind. Charles John Huffam Dickens, né à Landport, près de Portsmouth, dans le Hampshire, le 7 février 1812 et mort à Gad’s Hill Place, Higham, Kent, le 9 juin 1870 (à 58 ans), est considéré comme le plus grand romancier de l’époque victorienne. Dès ses premiers écrits, il est devenu immensément célèbre, sa popularité ne cessant de croître au fil de ses publications. L’expérience marquante de son enfance, que certains considèrent comme la clef de son génie, a été, peu avant l’incarcération de son père pour dettes à la Marshalsea, son embauche à douze ans chez Warren où il a collé des étiquettes sur des pots de cirage pendant plus d’une année. Bien qu’il soit retourné presque trois ans à l’école, son éducation est restée sommaire et sa grande culture est essentiellement due à ses efforts personnels. Il a fondé et publié plusieurs hebdomadaires, composé quinze romans majeurs, cinq livres de moindre envergure (novellas en anglais), des centaines de nouvelles et d’articles portant sur des sujets littéraires ou de société. Sa passion pour le théâtre l’a poussé à écrire et mettre en scène des pièces, jouer la comédie et faire des lectures publiques de ses oeuvres qui, lors de tournées souvent harassantes, sont vite devenues extrêmement populaires en Grande-Bretagne et aux États-Unis. Charles Dickens a été un infatigable défenseur du droit des enfants, de l’éducation pour tous, de la condition féminine et de nombreuses autres causes, dont celle des prostituées.