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That passage she mentions, is it 'Far from the Madding Crowd' which opens like that or does it come later in the book? I know there's something similar at the beginning of 'Oliver Twist' but that's Dickens, not Hardy
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"How's the dickens village coming along?" Mr
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She finally understood all the references to the Dickens Festival, but she didn't think Mike knew about it
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Although she couldn't understand how a Dickens scene would look quite right with a giant Santa and a million little lights draped all over the place, but it was made clear that she was to keep her nose out of it
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Matter of fact if she hadn't come to her senses then, the Dickens Festival would’ve gone down the tubes
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He’d ordered a half a million little lights, and just ordered Kit to have them installed by the first week of December, when she stepped in and ask if it was part of the Dickens Scene
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about? Who the dickens was Mansukh Lal? And what the devil
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As Dickens said after Scrooge found happiness,
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Do you see it? Now, how do you explain that, Mr Dickens?”
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I find it interesting how many modern biographers oftentimes portray Charles Dickens as a (minor) social revolutionary or a man possessing what is commonly referred to by ―progressives,‖ a ―social consciousness
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‖ There is no disputing the fact that Dickens did indeed possess keen insight into the behavioral aspects and designs of Human Nature; that is to say, the ―Hearts and Minds of Men
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Dickens was in every respect a man of conventional manners and tastes who sought to reform existing (societal) arrangements without (needlessly) upsetting the social fabric
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As a psychology major, I found it interesting that two of the pairs, Cindy and Becky and Brian and Keith, fought like the dickens
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"Who the dickens are you? And what do you want here?" he demanded in his great resounding voice, with a fierce scowl
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Back in the box he found works by Dickens and Trollop, by Hemming-
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She felt a little like a character in a Charles Dickens novel, the poor relative
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Dickens could have written about Samuel Sidney McClure, whose life was fraught with poverty and challenges
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In my apartment after I had gotten up and gotten dressed (in shorts this time out), I checked the dressing on my leg and found it to be viable for the time being although my leg throbbed like the dickens
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What the dickens had Burman done to him back there? It was bad
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The book is a companion to an earlier work on the lives of Newton, Beethoven, Dickens, and Van
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It was right out of Dickens: very elaborate outside, in the old Latin tradition, with a courtyard and gardens, but inside it was dark and cramped and cold, like a cave
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He pointed out some book club editions of Dickens, attractively bound in leather
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The company was the original printer of the entire Charles Dickens portfolio
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Charles Dickens was twenty-four when he began his ‘Pickwick Papers’ and twenty-five when he wrote ‘Oliver Twist’
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, the dickens; #¡tía ——!#, auntnothing!
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Dickens, upon his visit to America, he hesitated and said he would surely
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Read Charles Dickens “A Christmas Carol”
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Charles Dickens wrote whitewashed fairytales about how children were actually treated
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Do you think the novels of Dickens are fiction? On the contrary… they are whitewashed fairy tales and lies, compared to how truly horrible and inhumane British Industrialized society was in his time
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It was like something out of freaking Dickens or something! Just as I did not remember taking the steps to the graveyard, I had no recollection of how I got back either
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Like Christmas and Dickens
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Before Dickens wrote his famous short story called: ‘A Christmas Carol’… Christmas was celebrated for 12 days BEFORE the birth of Jesus
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So Dickens wrote a fantasy-fiction-fairytale: He tried to humanize a money-grubbing, coldhearted, greedy, filthy old man: who was consumed with hate for all mankind, and filled with envy at anyone better off than he was
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But dickens sold this lie… just like Christian ministers and preachers have sold this kind of emotional blackmail of a lie for two thousand years… One second… a few moments
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What dickens actually did was he destroyed the 12 days of christmas
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All the institutions Dickens had scrooge giving money to… to uphold the misery and degradation of the poor: were eventually, very slowly phased out and shut down, covered up and whitewashed
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Dickens killed the moral watchdog of English speaking humans when he wrote that lying corrupting poisonous tale
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Except that Dickens did not marry his lies with music
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Dickens was single-handedly responsible for bringing back to England; the legend and myth of Christmas; and reinstating it as an important holiday… His short story was single-handedly responsible for spreading the evil of pure greed all over the world through the new invention of cheap mass produced books
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Before dickens wrote ‘A Christmas Carol’… the celebration of Christmas was almost nonexistent in England
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Greed had already been an integral, unspoken mainstay of European culture; Hundreds of years before dickens lived
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Dickens subconscious moral message is: that money can be used to create good
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‘What in the Dickens are you doing? He ---- the very Dickens out of that ---!’
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The human subconscious did not swallow Dickens cunning lies
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Dickens did not write the truth
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The actual truth is the complete opposite of what Dickens wrote
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Dickens wrote a Christmas carol to rationalize away the new insane level of greed that had gripped the entire upper and middleclass of England
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Dickens made things worse not better
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The giving of money! To celebrate the only human who ever chased the moneylenders out of religion! The feasting on Christmas day and Christmas eve! To celebrate the birth of the man who shared a few loaves and fish with hundreds of poor starving people! This is what Dickens glorified
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Charles Dickens opens David Copperfield with this:� "Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show
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"Hey! Why, what the dickens has come to the fellow?" said the old gentleman, as Laurie came running downstairs and brought up with a start of surprise at the astounding sight of Jo arm in arm with his redoubtable grandfather
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C', for as secret societies were the fashion, it was thought proper to have one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called themselves the Pickwick Club
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shin for the raft like the dickens was after you!"
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The kindly police commissioner’s name is Chuck Dickens
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drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats I tasted once with my finger dipped out of that American that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped straight into bed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and tell you theres no God what could you do if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big after I took off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen he was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle of us or like a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when I made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went through with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like elephants or I dont know what supposing I risked having another not off him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup things
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might have been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed ever care with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was something else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and now shes going such as she was on account of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with them disease or they have to go under an operation or if its not that its drink and he beats her Ill have to hunt around again for someone every day I get up theres some new thing on sweet God sweet God well when Im stretched out dead in my grave I suppose 111 have some peace I want to get up a minute if Im let wait O Jesus wait yes that thing has come on me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me now what am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes it some men do God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came on me like that the one and only time we were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs Kendal and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him in Drimmies I was fit to be tied though I wouldnt give in with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and him the other side of me talking about Spinoza and his soul thats dead I suppose millions of years ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning forward as if I was interested having to sit it out then to the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a hurry supposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the gallery hissing the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose he went and had a woman in the next lane running round all the back ways after to make up for it I wish he had what I had then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much blood up in us or what O patience above its pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as he is I dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the clean linen I wore brought it on too damn it damn it and they always want to see a stain on the bed to know youre a virgin for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could be a widow or divorced 40 times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me up out of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and cooking and children this damned old bed too jingling like the dickens I suppose they could hear us away over the other side of the park till I suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think it is easy I think Ill cut all this hair off me there scalding me I might look like a young girl wouldnt he get the great suckin the next time he turned up my clothes on me Id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder was I too heavy sitting on his knee I made him sit on the easychair purposely when I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the other room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be he never felt me I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I remember one time I could scout it out straight whistling like a man almost easy O Lord how noisy I hope theyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some fellow 111 have to perfume it in the morning dont forget I bet he never saw a better pair of thighs than that look how white they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a peach easy
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He loved ocean currents and architecture and Charles Dickens, and his variousness made her feel limited, overspecialized
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Her goddam hat blows off and he catches it, and then they go upstairs and sit down and start talking about Charles Dickens
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Anyway, they fell in love right away, on account of they're both so nuts about Charles Dickens and all, and he helps her run her publishing business
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Dickens and Mr
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George’s Hall, where Charles Dickens had once given a public reading
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Charles Dickens made his first American public reading in New York that year, and while the tragedy that befell John’s second family did not quite have the sting of one of Dickens’s social commentaries, it certainly would have stretched the credibility of a late Victorian melodrama
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Whereas Charles Dickens once wrote to a friend that the character he most enjoyed portraying was “the rogue who transforms himself in a blink of an eye and thereby instantly earns his eternal reward,” it is not the nature of a distressed investment to realize its goals in the blink of an eye or even in the turn of a quarter or two
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In college he studied English literature, not the standard preparation for someone intending to spend more time reading financial statements than Dickens, Lawrence, or Joyce
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But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when
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Dickens now," said Mr
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Dickens eyed the folds of the black cape which hid Poe's hands
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"I repeat, I am not of you, I don't approve of you and the others," cried Dickens angrily
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That was about all there was to the meeting of Ann Taylor and Bob Spaulding, two or three monarch butterflies, a copy of Dickens, a dozen crayfish, four sandwiches, and two bottles of Orange Crush
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Only an instant before Grandma had put down her kneaded bread dough in the kitchen (it lay with her fingerprints floured in it on the kneading board at this moment), Grandpa had laid aside Dickens in the library, Skip had leaped from the crabapple tree
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Dickens now,” said Mr
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Dickens eyed the folds of the black cape which hid Poe’s hands
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"I think it's going to be another Dickens," said Zach, as they walked into the school hallway
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Now that spring examinations were over she was treating herself to Dickens
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you know there's nothing special in it, in that picture of Dickens, there's absolutely nothing in it, but yet one will remember it all one's life, and it has survived for all Europe—why ? It's splendid ! It's the innocence in it! And I don't know what there is in it, but it's fine
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People who grew up in the first half of this century, admiring Goethe, Schiller, Musset, Hugo, Dickens, Beethoven, Chopin, Raphael, da Vinci, Michael Angelo, Delaroche, being unable to make head or tail of this new art, simply attribute its productions to tasteless insanity, and wish to ignore them
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But such an attitude toward this new art is quite unjustifiable, because, in the first place, that art is spreading more and more, and has already conquered for itself a firm position in society, similar to the one occupied by the Romanticists in the third decade of this century; and, secondly and chiefly, because, if it is permissible to judge in this way of the productions of the latest form of art, called by us Decadent art, merely because we do not understand it, then remember there are an enormous number of people,—all the laborers, and many of the non-laboring folk,—who, in just the same way, do not comprehend those productions of art which we consider admirable: the verses of our favorite artists—Goethe, Schiller, and Hugo; the novels of Dickens, the music of Beethoven and Chopin, the pictures of Raphael, Michael Angelo, da Vinci, etc
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If there are some works which by their inner contents might be assigned to this class (such as "Don Quixote," Molière's comedies, "David Copperfield" and "The Pickwick Papers" by Dickens, Gogol's and Pushkin's tales, and some things of Maupassant's), these works are for the most part—from the exceptional nature of the feelings they transmit, and the superfluity of special details of time and locality, and, above all, on account of the poverty of their subject-matter in comparison with examples of universal ancient art (such, for instance, as the story of Joseph)—comprehensible only to people of their own circle
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On the one hand, the best works of art of our times transmit religious feelings urging toward the union and the brotherhood of man (such are the works of Dickens, Hugo, Dostoievsky; and in painting, of Millet, Bastien Lepage, Jules Breton, L'Hermitte, and others); on the other hand, they strive toward the transmission, not of feelings which are natural to people of the upper classes only, but of such feelings as may unite every one without exception
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I place Shakespeare with Dickens, Scott, Dumas père, etc
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On receiving the order to dismount and loosen girths, one of our number remained mounted and was busy flashing a small torch on the water when the sergeant, not too gently, inquired, "Why the dickens are you still mounted, and what the deuce are you looking for anyway?" To which a Cockney voice replied, "Blimey, sergeant, where's the landing stage?"—"Jimmy" (late Essex Yeomanry)
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Hearing the commotion, the Commandant put his head out of his bivouac and shouted, "What the dickens do you mean galloping through here?"
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Dickens (late 2/20th London Regiment), 18 Wheathill Road, Anerley, S
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When Charles Dickens was in the United States, in 1842, he stopped at the old Tremont house in Boston
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Dickens has immortalized the "Golden Dustman
