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Having been so fortunate as to win public favor and attract official attention by my locally famous works, "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," "David Copperfield," "Pilgrim's Progress," and "Ben Hur," I was myself that way distinguished and my future assured.
I replied that I was certain he was; but that I had not known him long myself, though he was a friend of my aunt's. 'Oh, indeed, Master Copperfield, said Uriah. 'Your aunt is a sweet lady, Master Copperfield!
A Board School education, evolved since Dickens's day, has given to our people a queer and inadequate sort of refinement, one which prevents them from enjoying the raw jests of the Sketches by Boz, but leaves them easily open to that slight but poisonous sentimentalism which I note amid all the merits of David Copperfield.
One had read I think I can remember the books in the order in which they were borrowed 'Thelma, 'Under Two Flags, 'David Copperfield, 'The Story of an African Farm, 'A Study in Scarlet, 'The Sign of the Four, 'The Prisoner of Zenda, 'The Dolly Dialogues, 'The Yellow Aster, 'The Superfluous Woman, and 'Ideala. This is a fair sample of the other seven. Not so, however, with Messrs.
But it seems that from the atavistic source whence he inherited his beautiful hands, there survived in him an instinct which craved in woman the indefinable quality that he could never meet, the quality which was common to Melisande and Phedre and Rosalind and Fedora and the child-wife of David Copperfield. It is, as I have indicated, the ladies who bid him bonsoir.
If I had been obliged to look at him with him splay foot on Mr. Wickfield's head, I think I could scarcely have hated him more. 'Oh, dear, yes, Master Copperfield, he proceeded, in a soft voice, most remarkably contrasting with the action of his thumb, which did not diminish its hard pressure in the least degree, 'there's no doubt of it.
One remembers the scene in David Copperfield which makes so fine a parable of life; how the merry party who were making the best of an ill-cooked meal, and grilling the chops over the lodging-house fire, were utterly disconcerted and reduced to miserable dignity by the entry of the ceremonious servant with his "Pray, permit me," and how his decorous management of the cheerful affair cast a gloom upon the circle which could not even be dispelled when he had finished his work and left them to themselves.
Casaubon stung into jealous anger. But his attitude, watching ever by Dimmesdale, tormenting him, and yet in his confidence, and ever unsuspected, reminds one of a conception dear to Dickens. He uses it in "David Copperfield," where Mr. The person of Roger Chillingworth and his conduct are a little too melodramatic for Hawthorne's genius.
Copperfield, said Markham meaning himself. 'It's not a bad situation, said I, 'and the rooms are really commodious. 'I hope you have both brought appetites with you? said Steerforth. 'Upon my honour, returned Markham, 'town seems to sharpen a man's appetite. A man is hungry all day long. A man is perpetually eating.
He found some alleviation from self-torment in David Copperfield, and he determined to borrow a feather from 'the master's' pinion in other words, to place an autobiographical novel to his credit. The result was Born in Exile , one of the last of the three-volume novels, by no means one of the worst.
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