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Martin Chuzzlewit is written in the enjoyable language and in the most acrid manner.
First of all, there is a fiendish antagonist – a slick and nefarious charlatan…
And there is a young romantic dreamer hopelessly in love…
And the present times are mush worse than the long gone days of the past… As usual…
Forsaken by his distrustful grandfather and expelled by his villainous teacher Martin finds himself without any means for living… Full of hopes for the bright future he departs for the promised land of plenty… He goes to America… There, instead of finding bonanza, he is instantly taken in and sent to a nightmarish deathtrap, which he manages to escape only by the skin of his teeth…
Good personages are few and they are surrounded on all sides with the multitudes of rogues, rascals, scoundrels and swindlers who try to use guileless innocents in all possible ways… But the good thing is that those crooks start finally strangling each other…
Let dog eat dog so the kindly ones could live in peace.
First of all, there is a fiendish antagonist – a slick and nefarious charlatan…
Perhaps there never was a more moral man than Mr Pecksniff, especially in his conversation and correspondence. It was once said of him by a homely admirer, that he had a Fortunatus’s purse of good sentiments in his inside. In this particular he was like the girl in the fairy tale, except that if they were not actual diamonds which fell from his lips, they were the very brightest paste, and shone prodigiously. He was a most exemplary man; fuller of virtuous precept than a copy book. Some people likened him to a direction-post, which is always telling the way to a place, and never goes there; but these were his enemies, the shadows cast by his brightness; that was all.
And there is a young romantic dreamer hopelessly in love…
‘I say I am in love. I am in love with one of the most beautiful girls the sun ever shone upon. But she is wholly and entirely dependent upon the pleasure of my grandfather; and if he were to know that she favoured my passion, she would lose her home and everything she possesses in the world. There is nothing very selfish in that love, I think?’
And the present times are mush worse than the long gone days of the past… As usual…
These gentry were much opposed to steam and all new-fangled ways, and held ballooning to be sinful, and deplored the degeneracy of the times…
Forsaken by his distrustful grandfather and expelled by his villainous teacher Martin finds himself without any means for living… Full of hopes for the bright future he departs for the promised land of plenty… He goes to America… There, instead of finding bonanza, he is instantly taken in and sent to a nightmarish deathtrap, which he manages to escape only by the skin of his teeth…
‘Why, I was a-thinking, sir,’ returned Mark, ‘that if I was a painter and was called upon to paint the American Eagle, how should I do it?’
‘Paint it as like an Eagle as you could, I suppose.’
‘No,’ said Mark. ‘That wouldn’t do for me, sir. I should want to draw it like a Bat, for its short-sightedness; like a Bantam, for its bragging; like a Magpie, for its honesty; like a Peacock, for its vanity; like a ostrich, for its putting its head in the mud, and thinking nobody sees it…’
Good personages are few and they are surrounded on all sides with the multitudes of rogues, rascals, scoundrels and swindlers who try to use guileless innocents in all possible ways… But the good thing is that those crooks start finally strangling each other…
Did no dog howl, and strive to break its rattling chain, that it might tear him; no burrowing rat, scenting the work he had in hand, essay to gnaw a passage after him, that it might hold a greedy revel at the feast of his providing? When he looked back, across his shoulder, was it to see if his quick footsteps still fell dry upon the dusty pavement, or were already moist and clogged with the red mire that stained the naked feet of Cain!
Let dog eat dog so the kindly ones could live in peace.