Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change
His sole friend, and sole mourner
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge!
A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!
Hard and sharp as flint
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster
The cold within him froze his old features [...] shrivelled his cheek [...] mad his eyes red
He carried his own low temperature always about with him
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge
Even the blind men's dogs appeared to know him
A time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older and not an hour richer