Stave 1

• he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone
• self-contained and solitary as an oyster
• ‘covetous old sinner
• The cold within him froze his old features
• nobody ever stopped him in the steet
• dark master
• dismal little cell
• a merry Christmas uncle ! God save you!
• What right have you to be merry?...You’re poor enough
• a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time
• as if we really were fellow passengers to the grave
• The clerk, who cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge
• you’ll keep your Christmas by losing your situation
• Many thousands are in want of common necessaries
• Are there no prisons?
• and the union workhouses… are they still in operation?
• I can’t afford to make idle people merry
• I wish to be left alone
• If they would rather die, they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population
• The chain he drew… was made…of cash boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses
• Scrooge fell upon his knees… “Mercy!”
• I wear the chain I forged in life… I made it link by link, yard by yard; I girded it on my own free will
• it is a ponderous chain
• Scrooge trembled more and more’
• I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere
• No rest, no peace. Incessant torture of remorse
• Mankind was my business.  The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy…benevolence were, all, my business
• Why did I walk through crowds of fellow beings with my eyes turned down
• He tried to say “Humbug” but stopped at the first syllable
• scrooge took his melancholy dinner to his melancholy tavern
• they were a gloomy suite of rooms... old enough now, dreary enough