A Christmas Carol
(Sprache: Englisch)
Ebenezer Scrooge is a mean old man with no place in his heart for others, not even his clerk's feeble son, Tiny Tim. One freezing cold Christmas Eve, Scrooge is visited by the ghost of an old associate, and they embark on an eerie nighttime journey. The...
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Ebenezer Scrooge is a mean old man with no place in his heart for others, not even his clerk's feeble son, Tiny Tim. One freezing cold Christmas Eve, Scrooge is visited by the ghost of an old associate, and they embark on an eerie nighttime journey. The Christmas spirits are here to show Scrooge the error of his nasty ways. By visiting his past, present, and future, will Scrooge learn to love Christmas and those around him?
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Ebenezer Scrooge is a mean old man with no friends or family to love him - he's just so miserable and bitter! One freezing cold Christmas Eve, Marley's Ghost pays Scrooge a visit and an eerie night-time journey begins. The Christmas spirits are here to show Scrooge the error if his nasty ways.
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Preface
I have endeavoured in this Ghostly book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their house pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.
Their faithful Friend and Servant,
C. D.
December 1843
1
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 doornail.
Mind! I don t 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 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 doornail.
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.
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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 solemnized 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.
Scrooge never painted out Old Marley s 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! but 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 old 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 his office in the dog-days; and didn t thaw it on
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.
Scrooge never painted out Old Marley s 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! but 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 old 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 his office in the dog-days; and didn t thaw it on
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Autoren-Porträt von Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens (February 7, 1812 - June 9, 1870) was an English writer who wrote over twenty novels, all of which are still read today, and which include famous books such as Oliver Twist and Great Expectations. A Christmas Carol, first published in 1843, was an instant success.
Produktdetails
- Autor: Charles Dickens
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 2014, 160 Seiten, mit Abbildungen, Maße: 13,2 x 17,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Puffin Books
- ISBN-10: 0147512891
- ISBN-13: 9780147512895
- Erscheinungsdatum: 12.11.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
The cheerful poverty of the Cratchit family in A Christmas Carol, is a sure-fire tear-jerker. At one public reading by Dickens in Boston, there were "so many pocket handkerchiefs it looked as if a snowstorm had gotten into the hall" Sunday ExpressIt has it all: a spooky ghost story, a heartwarming redemption and a great plot with a satisfyingly happy ending The Times
A story which, perhaps more than any other, sums up the spirit of the British Christmas Sunday Telegraph
One of the great achievements of British culture D.J. Taylor
But that story endures and retains the power to move us because it speaks to the human heart, and gives us hope when hope is fading Tony Parsons, Mirror
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