Great Expectations

by Dickens, Charles
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My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue couldmake of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came tobe called Pip.I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister, -Mrs.Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never sawany likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my firstfancies regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shapeof the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curlyblack hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew achildish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each abouta foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to thememory of five little brothers of mine, -who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in thatuniversal struggle, -I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been bornon their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this stateof existence.Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of thesea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have beengained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain thatthis bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and thatthe dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dikes and mounds and gates, withscattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; andthat the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundleof shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip."Hold your noise " cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side ofthe church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat "A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with brokenshoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, andsmothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars;who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as heseized me by the
  • Format: TradePaperback
  • Author: Dickens, Charles
  • ISBN: 9798706095345
  • Condition: Used
  • Dimensions: 7.99 x 0.76
  • Number Of Pages: 342
  • Publication Year: 2021
Language: English

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