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Listen Jena, two hundred years ago today, Charles Dickens was born. Nevermind the influence he has had on so many writers: his body of work alone could keep a reader happy and haunted and amused and outraged for years and years. If you’ve got five minutes, read the first few paragraphs of Great Expectations below, and see if you’re not clamoring by the end. You can read the whole blessed book here.

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my fa…ther or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine - who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

“Hold your noise!” cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. “Keep still, you little devil, or I’ll cut your throat!”

Also, it’s hard to hate the Google Monster when it produces stuff like this to commemorate our greatest novelist:

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Comment by Natalie =] on February 12, 2012 at 11:56pm

=] this is awesome! thanks for the link ill have to buy a copy now!

 

Comment by Nate Pez on February 7, 2012 at 10:27pm

Thanks for linking to the whole blessed book!  I don't think I've read the whole thing before.  I remember reading it in high school, but it must have been an abridged version, 'cause I remember it not quite making sense.  I'll give it another go 'round.  :D

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