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Thursday, December 29, 2005

LXIV. A Last Retrospect 


I got a most interesting email, I'm not sure yet who sent it but I think I know and understand what it was about..I think...am I going crazy or what? It could have just been junk email I don't know....

It had an altered version of this story...

Charles Dickens. (1812–1870). David Copperfield.
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction. 1917.

LXIV. A Last Retrospect



AND now my written story ends. I look back, once more—for the last time—before I close these leaves. 1
I see myself, with Agnes at my side, journeying along the road of life. I see our children and our friends around us; and I hear the roar of many voices, not indifferent to me as I travel on. 2
What faces are the most distinct to me in the fleeting crowd? Lo, these; all turning to me as I ask my thoughts the question! 3
Here is my aunt, in stronger spectacles, an old woman of four-score years and more, but upright yet, and a steady walker of six miles at a stretch in winter weather. 4
Always with her, here comes Peggotty, my good old nurse, likewise in spectacles, accustomed to do needlework at night very close to the lamp, but never sitting down to it without a bit of wax-candle, a yard measure in a little house, and a work-box with a picture of St. Paul’s upon the lid. 5

The cheeks and arms of Peggotty, so hard and red in my childish days, when I wondered why the birds didn’t peck her in preference to apples, are shrivelled now; and her eyes, that used to darken their whole neighbourhood in her face, are fainter (though they glitter still); but her rough forefinger, which I once associated with a pocket nutmeggrater, is just the same, and when I see my least child catching at it as it totters from my aunt to her, I think of our little parlour at home, when I could scarcely walk. My aunt’s old disappointment is set right, now. She is godmother to a real living Betsy Trotwood; and Dora (the next in order) says she spoils her.


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ok I'm of to bed....

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