Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens (suggested reading .TXT) π

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Little Dorrit, like many of Charles Dickensβ novels, was originally published in serial form over a period of about 18 months, before appearing in book form in 1857.
The novel focuses on the experiences of its protagonist Arthur Clenham, who has spent some twenty years in China helping his father run the family business there. After his father dies, Arthur returns home to London. His mother gives him little in the way of welcome. She is a cold, bitter woman who has brought Arthur up under a strict religious regime concentrating on the punitive aspects of the Old Testament. Despite this upbringing, or perhaps in reaction to it, Arthur is a kind, considerate man. He is intrigued by a slight young woman he encounters working as a part-time seamstress for his mother, whom his mother calls simply βLittle Dorrit.β Arthur senses some mystery about her motherβs employment of Little Dorrit, and proceeds to investigate.
There are several subplots and a whole host of characters. Compared to some of Dickensβ work, Little Dorrit features a good deal of intrigue and tension. There are also some strong strands of humor, in the form of the fictional βCircumlocution Office,β whose sole remit is βHow Not To Do It,β and which stands in the way of any improvement of British life. Also very amusing are the rambling speeches of Flora, a woman with whom Arthur was enamored before he left for China, but whose shallowness he now perceives only too well.
Little Dorrit has been adapted for the screen many times, and by the BBC in 2010 in a limited television series which featured Claire Foy as Little Dorrit, Matthew Macfayden as Arthur Clenham, and Andy Serkis as the villain Rigaud.
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There he went, until Brook Street stopped him. Then, forth from its magnificent case came the jewel; not lustrous in itself, but quite the contrary.
Commotion in the office of the hotel. Merdle! The landlord, though a gentleman of a haughty spirit who had just driven a pair of thoroughbred horses into town, turned out to show him upstairs. The clerks and servants cut him off by back-passages, and were found accidentally hovering in doorways and angles, that they might look upon him. Merdle! O ye sun, moon, and stars, the great man! The rich man, who had in a manner revised the New Testament, and already entered into the kingdom of Heaven. The man who could have anyone he chose to dine with him, and who had made the money! As he went up the stairs, people were already posted on the lower stairs, that his shadow might fall upon them when he came down. So were the sick brought out and laid in the track of the Apostleβ βwho had not got into the good society, and had not made the money.
Mr. Dorrit, dressing-gowned and newspapered, was at his breakfast. The Courier, with agitation in his voice, announced βMiss Mairdale!β Mr. Dorritβs overwrought heart bounded as he leaped up.
βMr. Merdle, this isβ βhaβ βindeed an honour. Permit me to express theβ βhumβ βsense, the high sense, I entertain of thisβ βha humβ βhighly gratifying act of attention. I am well aware, sir, of the many demands upon your time, and itsβ βhaβ βenormous value,β Mr. Dorrit could not say enormous roundly enough for his own satisfaction. βThat you shouldβ βhaβ βat this early hour, bestow any of your priceless time upon me, isβ βhaβ βa compliment that I acknowledge with the greatest esteem.β Mr. Dorrit positively trembled in addressing the great man.
Mr. Merdle uttered, in his subdued, inward, hesitating voice, a few sounds that were to no purpose whatever; and finally said, βI am glad to see you, sir.β
βYou are very kind,β said Mr. Dorrit. βTruly kind.β By this time the visitor was seated, and was passing his great hand over his exhausted forehead. βYou are well, I hope, Mr. Merdle?β
βI am as well as Iβ βyes, I am as well as I usually am,β said Mr. Merdle.
βYour occupations must be immense.β
βTolerably so. Butβ βOh dear no, thereβs not much the matter with me,β said Mr. Merdle, looking round the room.
βA little dyspeptic?β Mr. Dorrit hinted.
βVery likely. But Iβ βOh, I am well enough,β said Mr. Merdle.
There were black traces on his lips where they met, as if a little train of gunpowder had been fired there; and he looked like a man who, if his natural temperament had been quicker, would have been very feverish that morning. This, and his heavy way of passing his hand over his forehead, had prompted Mr. Dorritβs solicitous inquiries.
βMrs. Merdle,β Mr. Dorrit insinuatingly pursued, βI left, as you will be prepared to hear, theβ βhaβ βobserved of all observers, theβ βhumβ βadmired of all admirers, the leading fascination and charm of Society in Rome. She was looking wonderfully well when I quitted it.β
βMrs. Merdle,β said Mr. Merdle, βis generally considered a very attractive woman. And she is, no doubt. I am sensible of her being so.β
βWho can be otherwise?β responded Mr. Dorrit.
Mr. Merdle turned his tongue in his closed mouthβ βit seemed rather a stiff and unmanageable tongueβ βmoistened his lips, passed his hand over his forehead again, and looked all round the room again, principally under the chairs.
βBut,β he said, looking Mr. Dorrit in the face for the first time, and immediately afterwards dropping his eyes to the buttons of Mr. Dorritβs waistcoat; βif we speak of attractions, your daughter ought to be the subject of our conversation. She is extremely beautiful. Both in face and figure, she is quite uncommon. When the young people arrived last night, I was really surprised to see such charms.β
Mr. Dorritβs gratification was such that he saidβ βhaβ βhe could not refrain from telling Mr. Merdle verbally, as he had already done by letter, what honour and happiness he felt in this union of their families. And he offered his hand. Mr. Merdle looked at the hand for a little while, took it on his for a moment as if his were a yellow salver or fish-slice, and then returned it to Mr. Dorrit.
βI thought I would drive round the first thing,β said Mr. Merdle, βto offer my services, in case I can do anything for you; and to say that I hope you will at least do me the honour of dining with me today, and every day when you are not better engaged during your stay in town.β
Mr. Dorrit was enraptured by these attentions.
βDo you stay long, sir?β
βI have not at present the intention,β said Mr. Dorrit, βofβ βhaβ βexceeding a fortnight.β
βThatβs a very short stay, after so long a journey,β returned Mr. Merdle.
βHum. Yes,β said Mr. Dorrit. βBut the truth isβ βhaβ βmy dear Mr. Merdle, that I find a foreign life so well suited to my health and taste, that Iβ βhumβ βhave but two objects in my present visit to London. First, theβ βhaβ βthe distinguished happiness andβ βhaβ βprivilege which I now enjoy and appreciate; secondly, the arrangementβ βhumβ βthe laying out, that is to say, in the best way, ofβ βha, humβ βmy money.β
βWell, sir,β said Mr. Merdle, after turning his tongue again, βif I can be of any use to you in that respect, you may command me.β
Mr. Dorritβs speech had had more hesitation in it than usual, as he approached the ticklish topic, for he was not perfectly clear how so exalted a potentate might take it. He had doubts whether reference to any individual capital, or fortune, might not seem a wretchedly retail affair to so wholesale a dealer. Greatly relieved by Mr. Merdleβs affable offer of assistance, he caught at it directly, and heaped acknowledgments upon him.
βI scarcelyβ βhaβ βdared,β said Mr. Dorrit, βI assure you, to hope for soβ βhumβ βvast an advantage as your direct advice and assistance. Though of course I should, under any circumstances, like theβ βha, humβ βrest of the civilised world, have followed in
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